Twilight
Dance (1st Person)
By
Rita L. Smith
As I stepped outside, I threw my
head back to let the cool air cross my face.
The breeze lifted my wet hair, cooling me down. While my friends were shivering, I delighted
in the change from the stuffiness of the rave.
I waved at my friends and began walking.
Though my friends asked if I wanted a ride, I needed to cool down
because the bloodlust was upon me. I
didn’t want to have any accidents.
I thought I heard someone
following. He was breathing shallowly
and his heartbeat was increasing. I
ducked into the first alley I came to and my stalker followed me. And I was positive when I went around the
block and he was still following me. I
glance behind me and I saw a figure move into the shadows. I might have missed him if I had been human.
I relished the feeling of power as
I led my pursuer back to the street. I
quickened my pace and headed for home.
Still, he stayed with me. I couldn’t
help thinking that this might be the rapist that had been attacking young women
for three months.
As I neared the cemetery I feigned
a stumble, giving my stalker time to catch up.
As I pretended to recover my footing a smelly hand grabbed my mouth,
while another grabbed my throat. I bit
the hand that covered my mouth causing my attacker to yelp. I could feel the blood dripping down my face
as I turned to look at him. I bared my
fangs as I grabbed him.
A look of disbelief and then terror
passed through his eyes as he struggled
against me. Try as he might he could not
get away. I bit down on his neck finding
that artery that beat so fast. As I fed,
I saw that this man had indeed been responsible for raping and murdering those
poor young women in Columbus and throughout the country, beginning in his
childhood.
I tore his heart from his chest and
ate it as if I had not eaten for months.
And technically, the bagged blood I usually fed on didn’t taste this
fabulous. I slammed his skull against
the pavement and would have eaten the brain if I hadn’t heard a chuckle. This brought me to my senses and I turned to
give Cameron, my wererat friend, a guilty smile.
I called out into the night, “Come
friends, I have a feast for you.”
Shadows slid out from the cemetery and within minutes there was nothing
left of my assailant. I could not feel
guilty knowing how many lives I had saved by ending this one.
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