Merry Christmas06:33 Dec 26 2005
Times Read: 524
Merry Christmas, yells a boy on the street corner,
Christmas Eve night, most would be sleeping,
but not this prowler,
dressed as Santa, he breaks in houses and stores,
stealing everything, and killing any witnesses,
he has already stolen from three homes, and two department stores,
a new town every other night,
he believes no one will stop him,
tonight, he's wrong,
from the casket, she rises to greet the night,
she doesn't need to avoid the sun, for she's a daywalker,
she awakes to the sound of her heart racing,
she must feed the hunger, inside her,
the night's breeze welcomes her, and brings another scent, food,
a lone man, and he carries a faint scent with him,
dried blood,
the scent staggers her, falling to her knees, she views the night,
her eyes become the color, of the liquid she seeks,
her mind reaches for his, and it connects,
a mind full of malice, greed, and even murder,
she knows him, and he knows she sees him,
he sees her and knows fear, her sharp teeth glimers in the moonlight,
stumbling, he flees into the night, seeking to hide in the dark,
the wind carries her to the park where he runs,
she steps from behind a tree, to block his path,
he draws a gun and fires, yet his bullets never find their mark,
in a blur of motion she moves, leaving him scanning the park,
spinning around he sees her, and starts aiming for her,
in a flash of speed, she knocks away the gun, and him to the ground,
come mourning a dead man swings from a tree, in front of the courthouse,
he wears a Santa outfit, loaded with cash, credit cards, and jewelry,
A note hangs from his body, Merry Christmas,
and two small puncture wounds are noticed on his neck.
the hunt
06:29 Dec 26 2005
Times Read: 526
a killer on the loose, death and broken lives in his path,
he stalks his victums, watching them from the shadows,
then he enters their home, and slaughters them in their
sleep,
laughing with glee, he literally rips them apart,
standing at six foot four and two hundred and forty
pounds, he's intimidating,
with a model's face, blonde hair and baby blue eyes, the
women love his features,
a wealthy aristocrat that can easily buy off judges,
living the perfect life, full of murder and free of
punishment,
yet sometimes justice takes a dark road, and it is swift,
a beautiful woman, short and petite, with hair the
color of night,
her eyes shine like stars in the night sky, and crimson
colored lips,
he watches as her athletic body walks in the room, he
found his mark,
she watches him watch her, she drools and hunger for him,
the two leaves together, assured that their needs will be
met tonight,
as they enter the rented house, he strikes her down hard,
blood fills her mouth, yet she still gets up,
laughing he knocks her to the ground more times,
everytime she stood up again, until his laughing fades,
now yelling obscurities, he hits her with a balled fist,
rising she smiles, through a blood filled mouth, showing
sharp fangs,
visibly shakened he stops, as her now clawed fist slams
into him hard,
as he stands up, she stares at him with blood red eyes,
wind from no where, blows him through the house,
"my name is Carmen, flee for your life and blood is now
mine,"
a howl rings through the night, as the murderer flees,
a wolf, as large as a bear with blood red eyes, emerges from
the house,
the man flees into the night, as his heart races in panic,
stumbling he falls, and looking up sees her,
standing, he leaps at her in fury,
yet she catches him, and slams on the ground hard,
looking into her eyes, he remembers the murdered people,
he hears their pleas for mercy, as he skins them alive,
now he feels their pain, as his mind goes mad from it,
the last sound he makes is a horrifying scream, as she rips
out his throat,
she laughs and watches him drown in his own blood,
then she eagerly drinks her fill, and drags the body away,
the next mourning his body is found next to his last victum,
as they share the same dumpster.
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