~the anger cont'd
Silence was his best bet, as long as he wasn’t seen or heard, he should be fine.
Looking around, he saw that the only clear path he could follow without too much noise was along the path, but it would make him seen if they moved their head even an inch to the right.
Searching up and down, he saw that it was either that, or he risked rushing it, but he had a feeling that this was definitely no ordinary victim. With a sudden spark and almost cheering for his intelligence, he strolled down the path and flicked his knife back into its sheath.
The victim looked up as he approached.
“Good evening,” said Delore.
The person had turned their head at the last minute and cast their face in shadow.
“Good evening,” said a girls voice. She made to get up but Delore was faster.
“It’s dangerous,” he explained as he held her arm.
“Thankyou Delore,” she said as they approached a street light.
He hid his surprise as he looked at her in the light. It was that girl that had sat next to him in class.
“No problem,” he said smoothly, there was nothing to suggest he had been surprised and nothing to suggest that he had changed his mind.
“You can kill me you know,” she said suddenly. They had walked almost all the way to her house. The only way he even knew was because he could remember where everything was.
He looked at her, she seemed calm and composed. If he hadn’t heard it himself he would have sworn that she never said it at all.
She stopped and turned to face him.
“I know your secret,” she said before moving straight into her house. She stopped as she reached the door, Delore hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Thankyou Delore. By the way, my name’s Isolde, in case you were wondering. Goodnight,” she whispered before closing the door and disappearing from view.
Delore stood stunned for a good few minutes before he shook off his shock and had the first raw emotion on his face for years. Complete and utter confusion.
It was with that confusion that he somehow managed to walk home and it was that confusion that took his mind completely off killing and sating his hunger for blood.
Looking around, he saw that the only clear path he could follow without too much noise was along the path, but it would make him seen if they moved their head even an inch to the right.
Searching up and down, he saw that it was either that, or he risked rushing it, but he had a feeling that this was definitely no ordinary victim. With a sudden spark and almost cheering for his intelligence, he strolled down the path and flicked his knife back into its sheath.
The victim looked up as he approached.
“Good evening,” said Delore.
The person had turned their head at the last minute and cast their face in shadow.
“Good evening,” said a girls voice. She made to get up but Delore was faster.
“It’s dangerous,” he explained as he held her arm.
“Thankyou Delore,” she said as they approached a street light.
He hid his surprise as he looked at her in the light. It was that girl that had sat next to him in class.
“No problem,” he said smoothly, there was nothing to suggest he had been surprised and nothing to suggest that he had changed his mind.
“You can kill me you know,” she said suddenly. They had walked almost all the way to her house. The only way he even knew was because he could remember where everything was.
He looked at her, she seemed calm and composed. If he hadn’t heard it himself he would have sworn that she never said it at all.
She stopped and turned to face him.
“I know your secret,” she said before moving straight into her house. She stopped as she reached the door, Delore hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Thankyou Delore. By the way, my name’s Isolde, in case you were wondering. Goodnight,” she whispered before closing the door and disappearing from view.
Delore stood stunned for a good few minutes before he shook off his shock and had the first raw emotion on his face for years. Complete and utter confusion.
It was with that confusion that he somehow managed to walk home and it was that confusion that took his mind completely off killing and sating his hunger for blood.
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