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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.

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marbas

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