Prologue
The pipework hanging above his head leaks a drop of water for every step he takes while traveling deeper into the alleyway. Almost all of the sunlight is hidden by the layers of industry connecting the two buildings together and it leaves only a few streams of light that are able to fall to the ground.
The two walls on either side of the man are covered in a layer of thick moss that is damp and dirty to the touch, yet he clings to them anyway. Any method to finding his footing to keep moving forwards is worth the soiled garments. He’ll be worse off coming back, he can’t help but think to himself with a grin as he pictures his motivation.
Her silky dark hair is flashing through his mind as the darkness claims him over and over again. Her pale skin that was exposed in the sunlight haunts him as he moves, that and the eyes that held contact with his for long enough to make him follow.
He’d only seen her briefly for a few moments before making the hasty decision to follow her inside.
The seclusion is just what he needs and the pulsing below his belt entices him onwards with cruel intentions haunting his consciousness. This is not his first time in pursuit of a victim, and as far as he is concerned, she is his to find.
‘It’s her fault for having such a pretty face.’ He thinks to himself and he creeps further on with more speed. He can see her skin glowing in the distance and the saliva from his mouth quickly spreads across his lips as he locks in on his target.
She fixes her cold gaze upon his face as he approaches. She is able to see him perfectly fine in the dark and is not surprised to find that the pathetic creature is following her.
He is no man, this monster crawling towards her. In fact he insults the species from which he came as far as she is concerned. She knows the desires that are inside of him, his previous misgivings and yet there is no fear bothering her.
He’s about to find out that there is more than one kind of villain, a lesson she’s always enjoyed to teach.
‘This might be a willing target.’ He thinks to himself as he mistakes a glimpse of her hungry glare for desire. A mistake indeed.
Her full lips are pursed together in a straight line and he traces the shape eagerly with his strained eyes. Ideas are running through his mind, ideas that would stir the hardest of hearts and she watches as each and every one of them stains his soul further.
“Why don’t you come closer?” His voice breaks as he asks with a dry throat, his patience is failing and he will not wait much longer before taking action.
“Why don’t you?” Her voice is velvet and he cannot hear the malice within her words.
He edges forwards but she is faster.
She leans in as if to kiss him before he drops to the floor cold and dead. Well, almost dead.
She smiles as she thinks of the people who will not have to endure his presence again and of what is waiting for him below. His soul is hers now and there is no question as to where it is going once she is through.
