Hunting

I could feel him hunting me, drifting behind in the devil's darkness. His breath was shallow, excited yet muted.

My heels clicked on cobbled ground, I relished the sound. It echoed my confidence.

Every step brought him closer, his hot breath steaming in the air. But I didn't slow my pace, I wanted him to chase me; win me.

Steadily he gained ground, footsteps louder, breathing faster, now he didn't care if I heard him.

I felt warmth on my shoulder as his hand reached out to me - pushing me back against the wall, hand held above my head.

He drank in the scent from my hair, licked a strong tongue up my neck. Pushing my chest into him I kissed his closed eye lids as he shuddered then down his nose, a whisper of a kiss over his lips, over the stubble of his chin - where I paused - flashing black eyes into his with a soft, crimson lipped smile.

Thick, blissful blood seeped into my mouth as I bit into the vein pulsing in his neck. My nightly urge satisfied, his dry, pale body drops to the ground.