I know you. You were there, that night. When it happened.
The blood...The screams...
Your face, it was the scared one. And mine was victorious. You were the one that got away.
No, please! Take me, not her, I ‘m begging...
The pleading voice, I still hear it when I lose control. Why hadn’t I chosen you, after you begged so much, blood tinged tears streaming down your face as I watched. Amused.
The moon....The red moon....Blood red.....Blood.
I know why I had not chosen you. Because you begged. You did not love her, only desired her. I needed to teach you a lesson. And here you stand, alive because of me. Aren’t you glad? That I
kept you? You should be happy, you are not dead. Unlike that girl, what exactly did you see in her? Quite uninteresting.
Please...please...not her....I’ll do anything...
You are staring at me, where have you seen me before, you wonder. I see the furrow of your brow, the tiny, thoughts catching up to what is reality. So naive. So very...human.
No. Not now, in this crowded place I cannot lose control. Luckily no one has noticed the flash of hunger in my eyes. Of the red. But you saw didn’t you? Oh yes, you saw. I see the realization
creep into your small brain. Now you know, and I have no reason to stay here moment longer. I stride out of my seat, leaving my payment to the waitress behind, with a few hundred as a tip. She
wasn’t a bad waitress. I feel your eyes following me, I hear you formulate a plan, your head whirring continually. You have a plan, isn’t it just too bad that I already know it?
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