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He stumbled in from the cold, his bare skin slicked gleaming wet from the rain. His pale blue eyes scanned the room frantically, but when the fastened on her, a light of hope brightened his face and it was as if she was looking into the eyes of a small boy on Christmas morning.
There was complete silence in the tiny kitchen for a full minute as they stared at each other. A strange sort of exhilaration coursed through him, a tingling feeling of being more alive than he’d been in such a long while. But through her, panic fought with calm as she tried to decide if he looked like the type that would attack a woman or even murder her. There was strength in those arms, she knew, despite the paleness in his skin and the gauntness of his cheeks. He could easily wrap those bloodless fingers around her neck and crush the life out of her if he so willed.
Her hand flew unconsciously to the base of her throat, and a flicker of something so cruel, so sinister that it left her breathless with shock, passed over his eyes. But the open innocence in his gaze made her doubt what she had seen, and soon enough, it was forgotten.
His eyes warmed until the heat sent all thoughts of innocence flying from her mind. The wooden shish-ka-bob stick she’d been holding in her hand clattered to the floor and she sank to her knees, moaning to herself.
Suddenly, his eyes riveted on the stick and widened in surprise.
With a high-pitched snarl, he leapt for the wooden stick and tore it with
his bare hands and teeth. Bewildered, somewhat frightened and very
dazed, she watched frozen in one place as he shredded the wood into an
unrecognizable wooden pulp.
He
swiveled his head towards her and her lips parted in a voiceless scream.
An almost maniacal light danced in his eyes, danced with the hellspawn
of evil and all things dark. A silent snarl curled his upper lips,
and she shrank into herself.
As suddenly as it had appeared, the curtains closed and once again, shining innocence washed over him. Some small part of her screamed at her to run, but the voices were faint and dim, as if coming from the other side of a long, dark tunnel.
Pale, pale blue eyes swallowed her whole. He bent his head towards her, his face and eyes half closed to the world. She let out a tiny final gasp and stiffened in his arms.
She was his.
The innocent façade slipped away and he smiled at the foolish woman staring blankly into eternity. A murmur of appreciation as his fingers brushed aside her hair and exposed the smooth column of her neck, and then the only sound that could be heard was the sound of his feeding…