The night was cool, inviting as I watched the young woman across the street. She stood outside of the small diner, just off work. She lit a cigarette, glancing around nervously as she smoked just under the street light.
Her dirty, dark blond hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail, exposing her rather gaunt face and emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes. She was overly thin, most likely due to substance abuse and stress. Her uniform stank of stale cigarettes and burnt coffee, the two blending together to create a nauseating mix.
I glanced at my wristwatch. Fuck. Eight thirty already. She'll have to do. I needed to get home soon, but the task must be taken care of first. But still, it wouldn't do to not get any sleep for school.
I watched as the young waitress took one last drag from her cigarette before throwing the butt to the ground. She hoisted her purse farther up her shoulder and started her trek home. Her low heeled shoes echoed behind her as they struck the concrete, the only sound to be heard other than distant traffic.
The streets in this neighborhood were empty this late at night, with most everyone afraid of being mugged or murdered. Silly notion, really. Crime was rare here, despite the popular belief of most. I slipped out from the doorway in which I stood, following behind the waitress like some dark malevolent shadow.
She eventually turned down a side street that lead into apartments for governmental housing cases. The very air of this place carries despair, hopelessness, decay. I'm disgusted by this, but the task must be carried out, it's my duty to the world. The woman stops in front of a pale green apartment whose lawn was littered with toys, a testament to the toddler who lived there. She unlocked the door, and soon disappears inside.
I lingered in the shadow for a few moments, just long enough for the woman to begin her usual routine in her home. I crept alongside the apartment, listening as a drunken fool berated the young woman. Breaking glass accompanied the argument, masking beautifully any noise I made opening the back door.
I slipped inside, my stomach turning as I caught whiff of rotting garbage and mold. I swallowed back my disgust, and continued into the house. The fight raged on, the drunken man beating the girl. Her cries rang out crystal clear, imprinting my mind with the memory of her pain.
Moving through the filthy kitchen, and equally filthy dining room, I rounded the corner to the small living room and stopped just inside. They didn't notice me watching them, watching as he pulled her hair and punched her face. Their small daughter, who couldn't be more than three, watched too as her father beat her mother, crying for him to stop the whole time.
Such a waste, really. All that rage used against a mere woman. Oh well.
The drunk punched the limp body of the woman one last time before releasing her to fall to the floor. He turned around, and finally noticed me.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house, kid? Get the hell out or I'll beat your ass too."
I didn't say anything, instead just smiled as I began to approach him.
"What, you laughing at me, you god damned little son of a bitch? You need to be taught some respect," he slurred as he took a swing at my head.
I dodged easily, laughing as he missed, then stepped even closer. The drunk looked at me, fear filling his eyes, and screamed with the voice of one who is damned. I made quick work of him, cutting off that sound by making sure his throat wouldn't work any longer. He fell to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water, blood pouring down what remained of his neck.
The child continued to scream, but no longer for the same reason. The smell of waste was filling the air, the stench almost unbearable. I approached the screaming girl, and attempted to sooth her with a gentle arm around her shoulders. She flinched away, with good reason. After all, her father was just murdered in front of her, and now death wanted her too.
I decided to not play it out any longer than I needed to, and just broke the child's neck. The snap was loud, and the death instant. No need to be cruel to the innocent when you can avoid it. I carefully laid the body of the child on the floor, and turned my attention to her mother.
I dragged the woman into the kitchen, and carefully pulled up the stained uniform. She moaned a little, just now stirring from unconsciousness. Her panties were easily enough removed, and soon I began to fulfill my duty.
As soon as I thrust inside her, she whimpered in pain, and her eyes flew open. It took her a few moments to register that I was not her drunken husband, but someone else. She shrieked wildly underneath me, squirming to try to get away from my increasingly violent thrusts. My hands pushed her back down, and I grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
I stared down at her with a cold emptiness that spoke volumes to her. Her shrieks softened to whimpers of pain, then to nothing. She finally accepted her fate, my dominance over her.
The hot feel of her pussy surrounding my cock was almost unbearable as I thrust harder and harder, forcing pained mewls from the young woman's throat.
I soon finished my task, leaving her lying on the floor, babbling incoherently about a demon. I wonder if she means me?
I used her restroom to clean up as best I could before leaving for home. Halfway there, I stopped in an alley I used regularly to fish a bag with a change of clothes out from behind a dumpster. I changed, and threw the bloody clothes inside a metal barrel and torched them. I didn't leave until I was certain they had burned.
***
I returned home, coming through the front door, and started up the stairs in an attempt to avoid my mother. It didn't work out the way I'd have liked it to.
"Robbie?" My mother's shrill voice rang out from the living room. "Are you just now getting home, dear?"
I walked back down the stairs and into the room where my mother sat watching the news. "I'm sorry for coming home so late. I had some studying I needed to get done tonight. SAT's are coming soon, you know."
"I know sweetie, I know. Dinner is in the fridge if you're hungry. Next time give me a call so I won't worry about you. It's not safe these days."
You have no idea... "I promise to call you next time, mom. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, sweetie."
"Good night, mom."
I made my way up the stairs to the shower, and was soon cleaning away the filth of the world from my body. I dressed and went to my room for needed sleep when I finished. Flopping down on the bed, I wondered briefly if my seed would take in the new bitch.
No matter. There will be plenty more for me to try with. I drifted off into a nightmare plagued sleep, the only time I ever feel anything. The only thin I ever feel. Fear. Fear for myself.
***
It's been a few days since my last hunt, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever find someone more acceptable than the last. It shouldn't be that hard, considering the shape the woman was in, but I haven't been successful. So, here I am, sitting in the public library, studying like I'm always claiming to be.
I focus on the subject before me, oblivious to anything around me, until...
My heart sped up, and chills ran down my spine. My blood pounded in my ears as I looked up from my books. There she was, perfection scented like vanilla and her own more personal musk, walking slowly past my table. She caught me staring, and smiled sweetly.
