Predator

I looked across the street and saw my prey. Pretty, petite, with such a lovable face that i couldn't help but want to take a bite out of it. Blonde hair, parted on the right, piercing blue eyes. If I didn't know myself I would have said I was in love. Fair, supple skin that called my name. Untouched, they were just waiting to feel the love of a man.

They worked in business. The day was late and as they freed their tie, my breath hitched in my throat. I could have sworn I caught the sight of their chest. Beautiful, lovely, just waiting to be caressed by the hands of a man. My hands.

My breathing picked up as my thoughts ran wild. I couldn't help but lick my lips. I might be out here daily but by far this was one of the finest specimen I had seen in a long time. I ached and longed. But I had learned. Impatience gets you no where. I had to wait, my time would come.

Someone passed by and plunged their hands into my prey's bountiful forest of hair. They ruffled the golden locks and anger welled up in me. I clenched my fist. How dare they? Defile my meal before my very eyes.

My mind exploded and were it not for experience I would definitely have gotten up and suckered that unlucky fool in the face. But I couldn't. My chances would reduce and to be honest, I truly only had one.

They chatted a while and the stranger left along with my anger. Most of it anyway.

"Prick," I whispered under my breath after the person left even though i knew they'll never hear it. My anger might have gone but I still needed some catharsis. Afterall, I couldn't handle my lovely prey with such anger, no matter how small. I should know, I've tried.

We sat a while, one oblivious of the other. One completely absorbed by the other. I would have gone, but I waited. I wanted to them to make the first move. It is always different when they do. And it was a novel experience to be led around... even though I knew where we are going.

They didn't disappoint. They never do. That's why I loved my preys, always dependable.

They began to move and for a moment I couldn't. A walk that could mesmerize even goddesses perfectly displayed. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head. I had to think straight. If i didn't it wouldn't end well. I took a deep breath and the chase began.

I crossed the street and blended into the crowd behind them. A lion in the desaturated grass of the savannah. The zebra unaware. We weaved through the familiar streets of the city. Electricity in a circuit, following a familiar, traceable path. It couldn't escape from the path laid out by the wires of copper. It filled me with joy.

We reached 45th Street and I had already prepared to take the turn on to 46th but the prey thought different. He carried on until we reached 48th then turned onto Maryland Avenue. By this time I was scared, almost literally for my life.

This wasn't normal. The sheep should not stray away from the beaten path. It should not make the shepherd wade into the deep end.

With sweaty palms and eyes that darted back and forth, I sped up, struggling to keep up with the target that was fast disappearing. We weaved and bobbed, zigged and zagged, ebbed and flowed through the sea of bodies before ending up in front of a yellow and red diner.

My prey slipped in, not a single sweat broken, still walking as sexily as the day sexy was created. I hungered to taste the sweet flesh. My mouth watered and I licked my lips, then followed in after.

The smell of grease hit me and my eyes watered slightly from the heat. I squinted a bit before I caught sight of who I was looking for. They were sat in a booth in the back... with someone.

I kept my eyes trained on my prize as I strategically sat in a position that allowed me to catching a fleeting glimpse of the person they were with. Another man. My emotions went wild, untameable.

I could tell this was more than casual. It was romantic. Physical contact, eye contact, excessive laughter. There was something deeper in this relationship; sensual, arousing, erotic. Their bodies wanted each other.

They couldn't deny it.

I couldn't deny it.

I couldn't stop it, not yet. But I could slow it down. My prey got up from their seat and made their way to the convenience. I followed.

Now that I had my eyes trained on my prey, no one else could get him, taste him, before I did. He was my man and mine only. No other man could have him and I would make sure of it.

He was already in a stall when I entered so I found myself an inconspicuous corner and waited. I already knew what I had in mind and my body was in agreement and... excited.

When he exited he paid no mind to his surroundings and went to wash his hands.

Perfect.

I walked up behind him and pressed my excitement against his back. He froze in that instance and I quivered in ecstasy. This was what I lived for.

This moment.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" he yelled. He had come back to himself. The shock of what I'd done had passed. He tried to push against the sink to escape but he only ended up driving deeper into me. My breathing became ragged.

"What the fuck!" his anger was wearing off, I could tell. He was afraid of me, of what I could do. And that made me feel good.

I knew myself. I shouldn't be doing this. The police were already onto me.

Closing in.

Trying to trap me.

A single slip up and I'll be done. That would be the end of me.

I didn't want to go to jail. it scared me. It scared me that any moment my life would be lost and there would be no one to remember me. I knew I was wrong. What I was doing with this fine, beautiful specimen of a man was extremely wrong.

I spun him around and went for a kiss, a deep one. Fear filled his eyes. He tried to dodge my lips but I grabbed his chin and held him in place. Our lips touched and a shock passed through me. And I knew, I couldn't stop it.

It was an addiction.

My chosen poison.

I pulled open his mouth and forced my tongue inside his mouth. I couldn't stop and even if I could I didn't want to.

The door to the toilet opened and the date walked in being loud and raucous.

"Hey is everything alright? You didn't come back to the table so I was worri..."

He didn't finish his statement; partly because of the shock and partly because of the tranquilizer I shot him. I was getting somewhere and now I was going to be stopped.

My prey shook, vibrating against my body. I could feel his fear. The shouts he tried to make were muffled and swallowed by my kiss. The fists he pounded against my chest only drew me closer.

I leaned into him, deeper into the kiss,

Deeper into my mind.

I was obsessed with him. He occupied my every waking moment. I wished we could be together but I knew we couldn't.

Life is just unfair.

My hands slid down to caress his long, fair, slender neck and I stroked it.

You give it all you've got and it gives you nothing in return. I loved him with my entire being but he'll never love me back. Life is truly unfair.

That's why I believe.

My hands tightened around his neck and immediately his throes grew in intensity.

I believe it is my duty to balance the world out, to get rid of all this injustices.

To kill all the unfairness.

His life seeped out of him and he grew weaker. If this were a more private place I would have had my way with him but my plans had been derailed. The burning desire in me had to be released some other way.

I could tell when he was no longer with me. But instead of feeling good for the balance I was creating. I felt conflicted. In the last moment before he died I could tell he gave in. He fell into the kiss and into me

He was mine. It seemed he had found a way to right himself in this unfair world. But that would change nothing. Unless the weight is removed the scales could always be reversed.

I was done, yet not finished. I needed to get going before anyone else came. I slipped out of the convenience, just as another got in. I exited the diner with screams and shouts to my back. No doubt the police was being called.

They would get here and want to find me. I'll be gone, merged with the crowds and the throngs.

Gone.

Vanished.

Indistinguishable from the rest.

What I did was very risky and I'm sure that I need to lie low for a while. At least until the cops get tired. Or the desire rises again. Whichever hit first.