Stalking the predator

She froze as the burgundy eyes stared into hers. His pale white ivory face had no emotion in it. She took a step back wishing she would appear in bed as she did. She could recognize that perfect face anywhere, she was expecting him to pull out a gun and shoot her in the head. Well–that's what a gangster would but he didn't. He just stared at her and she was doing the same. She kept walking backwards praying some guard won't appear out of nowhere to catch and she broke the gaze because it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. She looked at her feet and started walking out the parking lot. She looked back hoping his eyes had trailed off from her but no, he had literally glued his eyes on her. She went behind a wall and bent down to hide behind a flower pot. Maybe he wasn't even paying attention because the face he usually wore didn't look like one to let intruders go. Suddenly all her hopes were crushed when she heard a car door open and slammed back to it's place. Alya closed her eyes and tried to figure out what to do if he actually came. Just as an idea was about to pop up she started hearing footsteps, getting louder with every step. Her hands hovered over her pocket before she finally pulled out her pocket knife. The footsteps had started to walk to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She frowned, why was she getting terrified anyway? She was the best student in karate and martial arts, how strong can he be? what's the worst that could happen? Then it clicked to her mind. Death.

"But that ain't so bad," she told herself, fastening her grip on the knife handle. The footsteps stopped abruptly stopped, then it started again but this time it wasn't towards her but away. And back into the car the footsteps returned. Alya dropped the knife and sat on the ground spreading her legs. What was she thinking anyway? She laid her head on the wall asking herself why life chose to be this way for her. Jennette had gone for a perfect slumber party while she was out of her bed in the cold night spying on a gang she knew nothing about. Maybe therapy will actually help her. She really should stop faking sickness to Jizelle and just accept that she was damaged. She flinched when she heard the car starting, invading her thoughts. She peeked from behind the wall. There were five black cars following a white Mercedes in an unimaginably perfect order. She watched the cars with their dark windshield that she wished her eyes could penetrate. But something just seemed dark, out of place and definitely fishy. And as a weirdo, it was her duty and responsibility to find out what they were up to. She picked up her knife and placed it back in her pocket. Ok, here goes me. She went outside and hailed a cab and paid the guy to follow the cars. He tried to stop her saying the seal on the car were demonic and she really shouldn't be doing that stuff. As usual she shoulder shrugged the warning. The cars dispersed making her really indecisive. Finally she chose the white car– that was leading the others. It bent into a forest and by then her driver refused to follow, using the excuse, "It's too dangerous!" She decided to go on foot, the car had already stopped anyway. She followed the car trails till she saw a guy sitting on the car smoking, the other guy was sitting behind the steering wheel. Her brain was starting to think he was a driver. The Xavier who she mainly wanted to see was nowhere to be found. She felt nauseous all of a sudden. The driver in the car took out a bottle filled with some red liquid, some red liquid that looked as thick as blood. She frowned and told her mind to stop making weird scenarios. She hid herself behind a tree, something told her she should. The hair on her neck had started to stand. Danger was coming from somewhere, she felt it somehow but she was seeing anything. The only two guys in the woods with her were drinking red, really red wine. Weird. A gush of wind hit her face, now she felt a tinge of fear but that fear only made her move her left foot one step backwards. A gentle familiar voice popped out of nowhere so close to her ear she felt the warm breath on her neck.

"So what you doing?"

She slowly turned her head and she saw an unusual red eyes staring into hers. Her stomach churned, her voice stuck in her throat, she couldn't speak. She didn't even know if she was still breathing.

"Hey darling," the figure said and smiled. She could now see the pearly white rows of teeth with two extra long, they looked so real, exactly like fangs. Her face went pale. Her head hurt, everything was out of place. What was he? Xavier was a....

"What are you?" She managed to asked after gulping. Out of all the danger she could see herself in, all she was paying attention to was his face. Even as a creepy creature with fangs, the asshole still looks amazing.

"Guess," Xavier answered.

Silence dwelled between them for a while. Alya's brain was trying to figure out what to do. Only a three letter word had appeared in her head, it read run but running meant she was a coward. She wasn't going to be a coward.

"I'm gonna take a wild shot," she said and took a step backwards. And he in response took another towards her. "What?" he asked.

"I don't wanna hurt you."

Alya said but all her self-confidence melted away when he laughed, amused.

The cold air blew the trees, causing his voice to echo around the forest or park or wherever they were. Alya held her head high, feeling intimidated. This crazy dude was probably 6 feet something and her head would probably stop on his chest. She felt too short, to weak, to.. The thoughts were interrupted by the other guys who walked over to them narrowing their eyes on her. She recognized them both, they were the two guys who were usually following behind him all over. They spoke in a strange way, they had glanced at each other in weird ways and they nodded and left. Now she was all alone. She had slipped her hand in her pocket to get the knife she had but she froze when he glared at her as if he knew what she wanted to do. She released her hand on its handle instantly.

"Just the fact that you're still breathing after spying proves I am very merciful." Xavier said. His red eyes seemed to have it's color moving, like it was a mixture of ruby red and gold and black.

"You're dressed too early for Halloween." She said just before his hands grabbed her neck and raised her in the air. She tried to remove herself from his grasp to no avail.

Talk about brutality, for God's sake she was just a little girl who had too much ego. He raised her higher, her feet couldn't touch the ground and she couldn't breathe. She choked in on her words as hi grip tightened.

"Put me down you bastard!" She yelled, no she cried out.

Suddenly his face loosened and as quick as she went up, she hit the ground. Ouch! Her butt hurt but the more important thing was she gotta defend herself. She coughed and tried to start breathing again.

"You're lucky you remind me of someone," he said coldly and started to walk away. She frowned taking out her pocket knife, "He ain't going without a scar." she murmured to herself, holding a tree for balance. Finally she was on her two feet. She tightened her grip on the knife.

"Don't even think about it," Xavier said. His back was still turned to her yet he kept walking. Ignoring what he said she started walking behind him.

"You're asking for it," he said and stopped, slowly turning around. He caught her hand before she even raised it.

"Alya, Alya, Alya.... You've made it a hobby to test my patience," he said.

"Am I getting good at it?" She asked but yelled because he twisted her wrist causing her only weapon to fall. He came close, too close to her face as he stared into her eyes.

"Yeah."

Then a thought sparked into her head. She decided to kick his weak spot. She raised her knee but he grabbed it. Ok... he is good. And she is f***ed up. She should have kept practicing instead of retiring in front of the TV and eating junk food all day long.

"You're brave," he commented but still held on tight to her hand.

"You're hurting my wrist you asshole!"

"It's the point darling," he said pulling her closer. She had bats in her stomach, ugly bats! He turned her around forcibly. She tried all the strength she had to free herself. To at least run, even if it was too late. At least she could manage to try to escape, maybe she should yell.

He removed the hair from her neck, surprisingly gently. He sniffed her neck with his eyes closed still holding her hands behind her. With one manly wild filthy hand.

"What? you're gonna sexually abuse me now," Alya asked sarcastically.

"You wish," he whispered into her ear. She scoffed looking for something to say. A great comeback, she wished?! No she didn't–did she?...

"This is how it's gonna go, after this you'll have fifteen seconds to live, you can help yourself by counting yourself to death."

She felt it pierce her neck. The pain was unimaginable. Whatever it was, it was too sharp. Too hurtful and all she could hear was her own scream echoing around the trees.