He saw her in the distance, a tiny brunette, scarcely five feet tall, standing outside her building waiting for her carpool to get there. she was always waiting outside at this time. the car would hold four men. one of which was so fat it disgusted her, but she had no choice it was the cheapest way for her to get to work.
It was getting late at night, she worked the graveyard shift at a tech company. He'd watch her the whole time. he felt the hunger building in him, but he was patient like any predator should be and so he sat and watched.
He knew everything about her, from what time of the month she bled, to her favorite music that could be heard easily outside of her window every night.
He watched her walk towards the car as it pulled up right on time as usual. He admired how her body moved, the lithe qualities of her petite frame.
He supposed that most men might think she was plain aside from her small body she was normal, brown eyes and hair. She never dyed her hair so it was a light brown. To him it looked far more beautiful than the dyed colors of most women's hair.
She disappeared into the car and he sighed. When he first started watching her this had been the most difficult time, following a moving car proved difficult for him, eventually he just found out where she worked and went directly there.
She sat by a window her attention on a small screen that blinked green in the night. She was the only one in the room, he could have gone in and had her at any time but that was not how he wanted her.
SO he sat on a ledge of the building next to hers and watched her. He was in the shadows and knew that she wouldn't be able to see him if she looked, but she never did.
He could see her sad eyes, staring blindly at that screen every night. She typed and worked certainly but he could see she didn't love it. She sat there like a lifeless lump of clay.
It hurt him to see her likes this, he dug his fingers into the cold stone of the ledge as he watched her. he would sit there and watch her for the whole 8 hour shift.
In the city even in the daytime it is dark on the ground and he could still quietly follow her home. Today he decided was the right time.
He easily got home before she did and went in through a window. The lights were off but he didn't need them. He glided silently into her bedroom and found her sitting on the bed crying. He frowned for a moment at how she had gotten home so quickly.
She looked up at him then and there wasn't anything resembling fear in her eyes. Instead there was nothing and it scared him admittedly.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice was dull but it seemed to have a small bit of hope in it still.
