Apr 01, 2012 21:45
I can do it you gently
I can do it with an animal's grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gormet taste
But either way
Either (way), either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you...
Away
July 2nd
Later at night, the banks of the Pontalier
I am far off enough that no one can see me from the buildings. I am doubtful anyone would even notice me if they walked right below the tree I am perched in. After an eternity of existance, one can learn to be still for quite a long time, even when trapped in human form.
I am about two hours into my vigil when the prey I am stalking comes into view. From across the river, I can see Lucien step out onto the porch and light a cigarette. Even from here, my keen sight registers the way his eyes dart about. He finishes the cigarette... no, he abandons it and retreats back inside. I can hear the 'click' of the lock, even from here.
He knows.
The growl starts low in my throat and escalates into a growl that echoes in the dark around me.
Witnesses be damned. The eleventh hour has come.
(closed)
marbas