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I was on the trail of her, the scent of her blood tickling my nose as I ran.  I lived for this, lived for the thrill, lived for the chase.  The quarry was of no real consequence to me, none of them would replace my true prey.  But for now, this was just as good as the one I truly desired.  I was easily catching up, able to see the steam rise off her skin by now.  She stumbled, and I would have smirked if I could as she began crawling.  I could easily smell her fear, the sight of her desperately pulling the towel she’d been wrapped in, as though it would protect her, making me chuckle, it sounding like a low growl.  I soon grew tired of watching my prey.

“P-Please…D-Don’t.” She’d pleaded, tears streaking her face.  Her last request was promptly….denied.  Her crimson blood splattered the ground and features of our surroundings soon after.  Her screaming, however brief, had been silenced when I slit her throat, silencing her, as well as splattering that beautiful blood.  I licked a few of the droplets off my finger.  “Soon my sweet little fraulein….”I growled, smirking again.
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Antionette sat up with a gasp, a cold sweat lingering on her body.  Looking around the room, breathing heavily from the slight fright of the dream, she sighed with heavy relief seeing everything was still alright.  She swung her feet over the side of the bed, sliding some blonde hair that had strayed from its ponytail behind her ear.  She walked downstairs to get herself something to calm her down.  Her pajama’s clinging to her lithe frame as she traversed the stairs silently, not wanting to wake her father.

She got a glass of chocolate milk, and some cereal, eating the cold meal in the silence of the dim kitchen.  She couldn’t say she complained about the solidarity of the late-night dinner, but someone to talk to would be nice.  She glanced at a picture on the counter.  It was her ‘family’ at their last vacation.  In it was herself, her father, and her uncle Alex, even if no one could tell the difference between her and her father, she smiled a little bit at it.

She finished her food, chugging the milk before putting her dishes in the sink, putting some water in them.  She snuck back up the stairs and into the bathroom to brush her teeth for the second time that night, and go back to sleep.  Drifting off peacefully, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched...

Description
I was on the trail of her, the scent of her blood tickling my nose as I ran.  I lived for this, lived for the thrill, lived for the chase.  The quarry was of no real consequence to me, none of them would replace my true prey.  But for now, this was just as good as the one I truly desired.  I was easily catching up, able to see the steam rise off her skin by now.  She stumbled, and I would have smirked if I could as she began crawling.  I could easily smell her fear, the sight of her desperately pulling the towel she’d been wrapped in, as though it would protect her, making me chuckle, it sounding like a low growl.  I soon grew tired of watching my prey.

“P-Please…D-Don’t.” She’d pleaded, tears streaking her face.  Her last request was promptly….denied.  Her crimson blood splattered the ground and features of our surroundings soon after.  Her screaming, however brief, had been silenced when I slit her throat, silencing her, as well as splattering that beautiful blood.  I licked a few of the droplets off my finger.  “Soon my sweet little fraulein….”I growled, smirking again.
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Antionette sat up with a gasp, a cold sweat lingering on her body.  Looking around the room, breathing heavily from the slight fright of the dream, she sighed with heavy relief seeing everything was still alright.  She swung her feet over the side of the bed, sliding some blonde hair that had strayed from its ponytail behind her ear.  She walked downstairs to get herself something to calm her down.  Her pajama’s clinging to her lithe frame as she traversed the stairs silently, not wanting to wake her father.

She got a glass of chocolate milk, and some cereal, eating the cold meal in the silence of the dim kitchen.  She couldn’t say she complained about the solidarity of the late-night dinner, but someone to talk to would be nice.  She glanced at a picture on the counter.  It was her ‘family’ at their last vacation.  In it was herself, her father, and her uncle Alex, even if no one could tell the difference between her and her father, she smiled a little bit at it.

She finished her food, chugging the milk before putting her dishes in the sink, putting some water in them.  She snuck back up the stairs and into the bathroom to brush her teeth for the second time that night, and go back to sleep.  Drifting off peacefully, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched...