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He stalked her for weeks, and for weeks he built his obsession. She was more than extraordinary; she was going to be his prize kill. Watching her every move, examining her physique, turned on by her susceptibility. She was nothing more than a typical prostitute. He saw many come and pick his chosen victim up. Her body was irresistibly luscious, the very thing that turned him on. Though they come for her to entice their lusting insanity, they never return. This was for him a sure sign of weakness. He assumed the absence of customers was a symbol of her mistaken talent. He watched her day after day, Standing, watching desperately for an opportunity to gain. She was losing the surviving battle prostitutes fight. “What is the motive of a beautiful woman such as herself?” He thought from time to time. After noticing the fish are looking for other bait, he realized his opportunity was better than ever. He looked down at his bulging pants. “ Oh this is going to be fun.” He softly claimed. He kept one eye on her as he reached into the glove compartment of his car and pulled out an antique knife. The knife had a mahogany handle with unknown carvings. The knife had a shinny chrome finish; except for the old blood imbedded in the crease of the handle. He raised his body from the seat of the car and slid the knife into his back pocket. He sat back down took a deep breath and slowly put pressure on the accelerator.

As the car crept forward, his heart raced in his chest and his mouth was dry. Never once did he shake. After more than a dozen similar murders by his hands, the shaking unnoticeably faded. He pulled up in front of her and let the window down. Up close, she did not look like a well woman. Her skin was starving for sunlight and her eyes had bruise like rings around them. Past her unhealthy appearance, he still found irresistible beauty. “You are looking for a party baby?” He yelled out. She stepped forward and kneeled down in front of the window. “Yes” she replied and opened the door. As she stepped in, he felt uneasy. This was not one of his usual reactions before creating another victim. After the door closed, she sat looking forward with no words. “You have a name, sweet cakes?” She did not answer. “I like to know who I’m dealing with before we engage in sex okay?” She still did not answer. He was irritated and on the edge. Thoughts raced through his head, thoughts of stabbing her repeatedly in the car that very moment. “How much do you charge for some head?” She looked over and looked at him with cold piercing eyes. “We go to the alley around the corner. I do what you want. I do not require money. We need to eat. I do this to feed me and my babies.” Her words were sad. He sat and a sudden case of humanity came over him. “You do this to feed your kids?” He was sickened for a second, but his sickness disappeared with a burst of pleasure in the thought of whacking of a desperate mother. “Yeah baby I’ll take care of you. Food, that’s it right? This is great!” He started the car up and sped around the corner making a left and pulling all the way the deep of the alley. Wasting no time he shut the engine off, slid his chair back, and unzipped his pants. “Get too it!” He demanded. The tone in his voice was different, more aggressive. She looked at him and smiled as if his tone amused her. She pulled her long black hair back, turned her head to one side, and leaned in. He laid his head back as she worked. His eyes rolled and his toes balled in his shoes. She was phenomenal. She gave him service like none other. The pleasure she rendered caused debate in his psychotic mind. “Keep her! She’s so damn good. I can’t believe you are going to kill the worlds best cock sucker!” His mind went on and on, finally he came to a resolution. “Do it now. Yeah, that would be different. Kill her while she’s sucking the life out of your penis.” This was the decision that pleased him the most. He grabbed by the hair and wrapped it around his fist. His body rose again as he reached into his back pocket for the knife. As the knife slid out, he realized she was not screaming. He even thought he heard a low groan. He pulled her head back in full thrill of the moment and slid it across her neck. He was used to hearing the tortured screams followed by silence, But this time the only thing he heard was the blade grind against the bone in her neck as sailed across. He threw her head back away from him, it landed into the window with a thump. He jumped out of the car in his usual after murder panic, looking around as he walked to the other side of the car. He opened the door and let the body out. He returned to his car tires screeched as he sped off.

After a long satisfying drive, he was finally home. He whistled as he walked from his car to his house. “Oops, I did it again, da da da da da…” his whistles turned to words. He put his key into the hole and turned it. He heard a low growl from behind as he turned the knob to enter. The growl reminded him of the noise the prostitute in the car made as he slit her throat. “I’m getting old, maybe I should stop the killing.” He talked to himself, before he could walk into the house his thought turned to subject of laughter. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. His hand flipped the switch on the wall and the room lit up. He felt someone watching him so he turned. Over the door was a woman posted like a double-jointed spider. Her hands and feet held her to the wall as her breast stuck out like eyes. “Its you! I’ll be damned its you!” He screamed. She smiled at him wickedly. “I gave you what you wanted my evil friend. I admire your style, now you have to give me what I want.” She stared at him with hungry evil eyes. As he turned to run, she pushed herself forward leaping from the wall.
She landed on his shoulders like a hawk on a small rodent, grabbing his hair in his hand. “Do you remember this? Now the hunter is hunted” Her voice was calm and seductive. He opened his mouth to scream; before the sound could escape him, her legs bent and lunged forward. Her body headed straight through the front window with his head in her hands.

His headless body stood in the middle of the floor. His fingers twitched his leg shook. The door swung open and an adult male and female entered. The two kissed passionately before rushing into the falling body. Meat ripped, bones cracked as they feasted on their mothers catch. The two human like creatures bit at each other with their enlarged fangs as they claimed their part of the body. They continued feasting until the only thing left was bones and the blood the carpet absorbed. The Female jumped on the male and bit at his bloody face. He threw her against the wall. As she stood he rushed into her nibbling and kissing her. There was a loud squeal outside the window. The two looked up, it was their mother letting them know it was time to go.

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The following comments are for "PREY (revised)"
by DBurke

Creepy dark piece. Good one - put a little shiver down my spine. It's too bad that there are so many these three could feed on. What a gruesome, yet tidy, solution it would be.

I only had one issue- break out the "spoken" elements in thier own paragraphs.

There as been a lot of discussion here on how to handle thoughts. Italics work, but here its a programing pain - I use single quote marks and include them in the descriptive paragraph.
Really good job!

Bless you!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: December 3, 2009 )

Very good, very dark story. The twist got me even though I thought I saw it coming.

( Posted by: speed_addiction [Member] On: January 28, 2010 )

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