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.