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It had let it go on far longer than necessary. The hunger crawls up Its legs, clawing at Its stomach and roaring out of Its throat. If It doesn’t go, hunt now, It will dwindle to dust and as much as It has pushed Its limits, It’s not ready to truly die just yet.
So here It is, creeping through the woods to the nearest town like an Eldritch Horror (because It is, really) fangs out and pupils dilated. Deer’s blood is on Its sleeve from where It’s wiped Its chin because It needs to appear normal to thoroughly get someone good and the animal doesn’t satiate his thirst, not this time. The time has come.
It needs to feed.
Going into town is unavoidable because no sicko would go walking in the woods at one o’clock in the morning (It’d learned that early on). Luckily, no one in Belleville asks questions about the mysterious house in the middle of the woods.
Leaves rustle near the Creature and It stops, spine stiffening, as the scintillating scent of blood wafts up his nostrils and it’s all It can do to not let Its head fall back and moan. Human.
Apparently there’s one sicko who will absolutely take a hike in the middle of nowhere.
It moves without sound, slipping through the shadows and up a tree to see a man walking aimlessly, kicking trees with beat up Converse and muttering to himself. The Monster’s eyes trace over the man’s pale and muscular arms covered with ink. The tattoos vanish up the sleeves of his t-shirt but reappear at his neck and the monster sees a scorpion right under his ear, and there’s an uncontainable urge to bite that scorpion and watch the pallor drain from the man’s skin so the scorpion stands out further against his drained flesh.
“Stupid– fucking– assholes,” The man curses. “Self-absorbed dickheads. Ugh!” He kicks his Doc Marten against the tree that It’s crouching in. The beating of wings soon becomes unable to be masked by the rustling of branches and the man looks up as a swarm of bats form above him.
“What the fuck!” the man yells as the bats swoop down and the man trips backwards, falling on his ass before scrambling up and tearing through the forest. His scared panting is loud to the Monster’s ears as he pumps his legs, adrenaline coursing through his veins and the Monster could smell it.
The Monster grins, licking Its lips. The time has come for the hunt to begin.