Crave

Part 2#

Even as a little girl I loved dresses. The satin feel, the classy look, the fresh smell, and the way it made heads turn.
The dress the plump lady was wearing was perfect. Medium length, satin, glossy red, classy look, with an expensive touch.
I wanted it.
She was walking toward me. Was she looking for shelter too? Too protect her dress from the rain?
She started to walk faster once she noticed my piercing green eyes staring right at her.
She stared at the pavement trying to look care-free, but only fear showed.
I smirked at her. Making sure her fear of me wouldn't escape.
She should be scared. I would. I was going to get her.
I walked past her puncturing her with my venomous touch, an animal tranquilliser.
Within seconds she collapsed into the rain, letting her dress absorb the dirty rain water.
I noticed something I should have noticed before I attacked.
She had the same birth mark I had. A gun shaped mark under her chin.
And then I uttered the name
"Zara?"