That’s it. I’ve lost my ever fangygoddamn mind.
I let out a growl, glaring at the closed door once more, before exiting her apartment building. The humid city air hits me like a slap in the face, doing nothing to settle the hunger she stirred up, raw and restless, beneath my ribs.
I glance back one last time, noticing a light flicker on in one of the bedrooms. She peers out the curtain, her eyes automatically drawn to me.
There’s a strange expression on her face—one I can’t quite place.
Fear?
No, not fear.
Not exactly. There’s a hint of it, maybe, but it’s shrouded by something else. Curiosity?
Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat, Daisy Love?
A split second later she closes the curtain and disappears from sight. And like a damned love-struck idiot, I already hate the distance between us. There’s a pull in my chest, like a stitch that wasn’t there this morning.
But that would be ridiculous wouldn’t it?
I can’t pine after a woman I’ve only recently met. With a heart that has long ceased to beat no less.
“Gah, little ridiculous dainty flowers with their ridiculous delicious scent,” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair as I begin my trek back to Fangerella’s.
I pull out the antique pocket watch I always carry, giving it a quick glance, then decide to take the back way, not wanting to deal with stares from the humans. It’s almost as if they can sense there’s a predator among them, but they can’t quite place their finger on it.
I can’t get my mind offher.
“Does she even care that I don’t fucking apologize to anyone? No, of course not, putting herself in danger with that weak human boyfriend.”
Damn it, I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.
And yet… I hesitated.
Because of some doe-eyed beauty and the absolute horror in her eyes when she saw what was about to happen. She cares about him and I?—
I snarl, killing the thought. I do not care for humans. They are fragile, selfish things, useful only for blood or sex, and destined for the grave. I have sampled countless in my existence, andnone have ever satisfied the cravings that gnaw at my empty carcass.
Except for Kallista, My little Daisy. Her scent has awakened something long dormant and the craving is not entirely to quench a thirst but also the hunger of seeing the little flower’s petals spread and wanting. Oh and how she would bloom for me…
I am a ridiculous fool.
Slipping into the alleyway, I let the shadows swallow the street. The familiar gloom is a relief.
Despite my brooding thoughts, I can't help but check my watch. Nearly nine.
A breeze blows through the alleyway and for a moment it’s as though I catch a whiff of her intoxicating scent despite the grit and grime of the city. It only serves to sharpen the hunger coiling in my gut.
Fuck. I can’t get her scent out of my fucking nostrils.
I pass a cat, curled into a ball next to a trash can. Kallista seems like the type who would immediately take the creature in and give it a home. And that human of hers would probably go along with it, playing the part of the doting partner. The thought sours in my stomach.
I feel no such compulsion.
Do I?
Leaning against the worn bricks, I close my eyes, trying to collect myself. I slide my fingers along the aged brick, feeling anodd comfort in its cold roughness. It’s a world away from the chaos the little Daisy has sparked within me.
I scoff, shaking my head at myself. I’m stronger than this.
