Two men pushed and shoved pedestrians walking down the street out of the way. Elbowing anyone who tried to be obstinate not to move. Vulgar shouts from the people only helped lead a trail for the stalker to locate these two men. Often, out of paranoia, they glanced over their shoulders to be sure their stalker was not pursuing them. Rounding a corner they located their hide out. A leaky Victorian home that was on the outskirts of the french quarters. It had been condemned so many years. These dual thugs thought they caught an innocent person to rape, they were clearly wrong. Door slammed behind them. Intricate locks padded it shut making it impossible for their nightmare not to touch them. Each man was out of breath and coughing trying to regain some composure. Long while they stared at the door waiting for it to be pounded upon. Nothing happened. Relieved they started to feel better they escaped. Perspiration from their heated run did not musk the stinky smell as the mold rotting the walls from leaks from broken pipes.
First man was burly sort of fellow who looked to be in his later twenties. His name was Mark. If you observed they way he carried himself. You'd be sure to pin-point him as the ring leader. He pulled off his ski mask shaking his head still denying what just happen. Immediately he inspected his partners opinion without even requesting it. Second man was skinny in stature. You might consider him starving at the frailty of his frame projected, but don't let that fool you. Under the clothing he had some strength to carry out what his partner needed against victims they attacked. His name was Todd.
"What the fuck just happen there." Marks words shouted in disbelief. Throwing his ski mask across the room to justify a tantrum he was having. He clearly couldn't stomach what they experienced.
"I swear to god I killed her. She had no pulse. You saw what I did to her. I shot the bitch twice" Todd protested his innocents. He pulled up his black jacket to show the gun against his tan abdominal structure, and pinned there by the waistline of his pants. Pulling the gun out he open it to prove he done what he said. Bullets were missing as proof the woman was shot.
"She wasn't dead Todd. She wasn't fucking dead. " Mark darted off to the kitchen to soak his shock by grabbing Jack Daniel's. He open the fridge letting the inside light illuminate the dark kitchen that Mark refrain from turning on the light. He didn't want to bring to much attention that there in fact two men were trespassing on a condemned lot. Just as his hand reached to grab bottle a gun shot went off. It was no mystery what the next sound suggested. Mark slowly closed the refrigerator door as he listened to the strangulations in the other room --least this is what he believed it to be.
Wait a minute Mark thought to himself. His dumbass partner must have forgot to put his safety on again. Shot his moronic foot with a bullet leaving him speechless by the pain. Has this happen before --yes. Unscrewing the Jack Daniels cap he digested the harsh booze sip to bring calm to his pissed off mood. Vice about the bottle neck helped dangle the it at his side. Back of his knuckles on his second hand came up to napkin the left over alcoholic saturation off his lips. Now he was set to deal with the stupidity of Todd.
"Yo -asshole. Did you fucking shoot your lame ass again? I'm not taking you to the emergency room tonight. Not until I get another chance for pussy. You owe me another opportunity to find a bitch since you don't know how to shoot." Ranting like a drunk fool --event though he wasn't. He emerged suckling the bottle again yearning to get drunk. Then he realized the room was empty, or was it? A car headlights turned by the Victorian house that Mark stood completely confused were his partner ran off to. The room lit up and before his eyes a figure squatting a predatory fashion latched to Todd's neckline. Mark stood there not able to see if Todd was dead or not. All he could see as the light moved through that room, from the passing car, that Todd's legs were lifeless.
Dead body was dropped when the light faded. Mark stood there still petrified by the act he just witness. Who was this looming figure that took out his partner. His couldn't speak. He couldn't find the courage to do it. Funny a man that strike fear in his female victims. Raping them relentlessly before murdering them feeling he was the better man. Now was put in the place of a victim paranoid about their life ending. The figure arose like an ambiance of terror. Liberating from the now deceased Todd. A swallow lubricated his throat as he attempted not to have his question give to much insights he was terrified.
"Don't fucking move. I have every intention to murder your ass for killing my friend. I got a gun" Reaching behind his back he went to locate his gun. It wasn't there. Holy shit. Maybe this enigma of a person won't figure it out.
Room filled with a sensuous laughter. It was demented to flatter the extravagant idea this person was profoundly evil. Another car passed by highlighting the room like before and slowly the figure turned around unveiling who it was. The woman who taken two bullets and nearly attacked them in the alley were they tried to rape her. Here she was fucking mocking him if she was some sort of invincible species.
"No fucking way. Your dead. We shot you." He reacted by taking one step were he neared the kitchen door's threshold. The Jack Daniels was thrashed to the door way molding breaking it in half. Content of his precious alcohol spilled upon the floor mixing the broken shards of glass bottle with it. Now he approached her with a hand-made weapon. He would lure her away from Todd's body so that the gun would be in his possession and he shoot her more accurately then Todd did. His nostrils fumed with tyrant's breathing. Staring at her as if he was a far more antagonist then his fallen comrade.
Natasha beautiful vampiric lips broaden if enjoying the increasing adrenaline from her chosen victims heart race. Hearing the veins pulsate the blood to major arteries was exotic music. The blood diva did not move , she did not fuel any words to encourage verbal communication. Only standing there mocking his sanity with that model of decency, grace and intelligence. It bothered Mark that she did not flinch as he shoved the shard bottle at her to show he meant business. Mark was just about to launch at her when in a blink of an eye she was no longer there to impale with his weapon. Literally, the only thing to greet him was stumbling over Todd's leg that couldn't be avoided because it was so damn dark.
"Quit your games little bitch. You owe me big time and I'm gonna enjoy my payment" Finally he was enjoying being vengeful now. Mark now felt like he would win this cat and mouse chase. Correction he would always win.
"Correction lover. You will be paying me." Ferociously the hunt ended without mercy. Ancient canine's that stemmed from her vampiric linage lodged into his jugular artery. Masculine figure arched at the trauma from the unkindly feasting that punctured his skin. Severing it further apart by her need to feed. It fountain out abundant amount of his life source. Her right arm was belted under his arm bit and clenching his voice box with strangulating grasp. While her left arm fought with his to make him cease any attempts to gain leverage with that broken bottle. Though she couldn't see his facial expression as his veins were being drained viciously, part of her imagined they were wide-eye, put in a state of delirium that he messed with the wrong woman. Last passing of life was done by hearing his lungs gasping. Slow pace of the heart succumbing to the loss of life. Figure no longer fought against the blood diva.
Yes it was an easy kill. There was no dynamic defeat only that these two men did not stop the need for more blood. Natasha could no longer contain being modest about her true calling. Much like her captor's the twins she was loosing herself to that predatory creature within her that wish to longer lay dormant. Maybe Crixus pushed her over the edge by his consistent attitude? Abandoning Mark upon the floor the death that perfumed the room needed to be covered up. Evidence was not acceptable.
That night a fire illuminated an old building. No one would notice it as the condemned establishment was no where near other homes. A lone figure utilized the shadows to be avoided by human contact. Sounds of the house breaking by the fire eating the wood became louder as the upper floor collapsed ontop of the first floor. When that happen Natasha paused without turning around. As the light she did not wish to visually embrace. Rather she stood there for a millisecond to give those lips an insatiable smile. Hunt this night was over and now she headed back to the home were she, and the notorious twins lived.
