บท 2: Chapter 2- The hunt.
I had to be heedfully aware when I chose my victim. I carefully scanned through the occupants of the packed run down shed now used as this town's market. I noticed I wasn't the only one looking for food as I spotted an amazingly built, tan woman with hair so bleached it almost looked white, fluttering her sea blue eyes at a small, eagerly flirty guy.
Typical, I thought to myself. Believe it or not, guys would still try to fuck anything that walked. Even if it didn't have the power of hypnotization, but that usually worked out in our favor so I couldn't complain.
If he'd paid any attention at all he'd have realized this woman was not as human as she seemed. Her unusual tallness, hair that in no way matched her appearance and the teardrop shaped, almost glowing pendant around her neck gave that away. She was Ziekte Grua - diseased woman. One kiss from her would drain almost all life out of him, leaving him to walk in a confused and almost brain dead like state for the rest of his life. Much worse, he'd develop nasty, iridescent sores, plaguing anything or anyone he touched and leading their scent straight back to her.
He'd be easy prey for anyone but I didn't dare try to steal him. Ziekte's appearance wasn't a trick of the eye. Her kind were built that way for a reason. She was not only a temptress, or spreader of disease. She possessed brute superhuman strength and was born with hereditary fighting skills. Still, unlike most, I tried to hide what I was. I was ashamed of what I had been forced to become and held onto any humanity I had left. So, I didn't want to cause a scene. Pretty soon he'd be nothing more than a walking corpse. An empty shell of the man he once was., only kept alive to bring her more prey.
I trailed again and found a heavy build guy with dusty blonde hair sitting at a feeder's table alone. He had a long scar across his cheek and was happily chomping on some type of unrecognizable mystery meat on a stick. I could get one for myself, but I had shoved my thirst away for too long and it would only dilute the pain for half the day at best. So, I pushed past the small crowd of people and took my seat in the empty chair next to him. "So, did they label the meat today or just write it off as 'seasoned flesh' again?" I asked with a smile. To which he rolled his eyes and released an annoyed huff through his mouthful of food.
Well, this was about to be harder than I had assumed.
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