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Twilight in early December. The cold made it easier on my nose. The world around me was filled with ribbons of smells, each wafting in different directions. Some carried on a light, chilly breeze. One such tendril seemed to grow a finger, beckoning me forward with seductive ease. I followed the trail it marked for him, clear as a candle in a dark room.
Like a blur, I took to the trees of central park. It was an odd thing about these humans. They looked all around in dark areas for danger. Everywhere, but up. It was the same with the girl that I saw. Her blood... it turned me. It changed me in a way that I didn't want to admit. I'd never found a blood that called out to him like this one's did. Her blood smelled of roses and apple pie. I wasn't sure what that meant, but it made me crave deep within.
Flashes. I saw myself pouncing on top of her, relieving her of her humanity. Of her life. I wanted to. My weight was already on the edge of the branch as she jogged by. For a moment, her body was under the street lights. Her body shone with a slight sheen, and another breeze wafted below my nose, bringing me closer to the edge of my sanity. She passed by. Not that I couldn't catch up to her. But, she was pulling away into a small group of others. My chance was gone. But, the memory of her scent was still fresh in my mind, sending my teeth aching and mouth watering.
I waited a few more minutes. The hunger was clawing at my mind and body. I needed to drink. Now!
I saw the first unwarranted suspect for staving off my need coming below. Someone who was wearing far tight jeans, along with a tight top. I could see perfectly down the front of her shirt. In the frigid air of December, the outfit seemed odd. But that was likely the reason that she was in such a rush through the park, heading somewhere warm. If only I didn't need something from her.
I dropped from the branch. My landing was perfectly quiet, and within the shadow of the tree. Slowly, I slipped out.
"Excuse me, Miss? Can you help me?" I laced the words with every last bit of power and control that I could. When she turned on me, I nearly sucked in a bug. Her hair swung over one shoulder. Her scent wafted directly at me and nearly knocked me entirely into hunting mode, before I could gain control. But, the look in her eyes drew me back.
Her eyes went wide for a moment, trying to peer within the shadows of my hoody. I shrank farther back, trying to hide my odd eyes. Instead, I watched her for a moment as her blue eyes cleared and she collected herself. For a moment, her eyes flicked down, watching me. I wasn't sure what she was looking for, but her eyes lingered on my obviously slender body, even though I wore a hoody too baggy to tell.
"Sure, why not?" She said, affording my a small smile. I'm sure she would have been beautiful if it hadn't been for the fact my mind was only focused on one thing. The prominent throb of blood, rushing through a strong vein at her neck.
"I'm sorry." The word came out in the smallest of whispers. My mouth felt so dry. My tongue snaked out, licking the edges of my lips, and snaking back, and running across my fangs, sharp as razors.
I didn't afford her even a second to think of a question or a response. A blur, my hood falling back from my face, as I pulled her up against the tree. My hand instantly clamped over her mouth as I glared at her with my catlike eyes. Slitted slightly, my black eyes had lost most of their reddish hue after a few days without feeding. Instead, they were black as coals. Now, they burned with a need for her.
Our eyes connected. And like a line of energy between us, I felt my mind moving hers. Her neck slowly bent back, her face turning away. She didn't want it. Her eyes screamed with fear. I hadn't noticed my mouth open. I was panting. I couldn't wait.