the book
He crouched in the dark woods, made alert by the sound of a door swinging open on squeaking hinges. Someone walked out into the darkness, crossing quickly to the garage. Her head turned instinctively towards the utter blackness of the forest to her left, and the faint light danced off of her wide, nervous eyes. His lip curled up as he watched his frightened prey, her movements becoming quicker and clumsier as she flung open the side door and flipped on the light. He retreated further back into the trees to avoid being seen as the flood lamp illuminated the area. She quickly dashed into the garage, and he heard the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut again. She was at the threshold again, her hand hovering reluctantly on the light switch, not wanting to have to make the journey back to the house in the dark, her other hand clutching a large purse. He crouched forward again, knowing this would be his time to strike. But suddenly, she had dropped her purse, the contents spilling everywhere on the wooden pathway, and she was jumping about like a man on hot coals. "Ew!" She cried, flapping her hands in an exaggerated gesture of disgust. He stood up behind his tree, and laughed. As she abandoned her self-preservation instincts to frighten off a few harmless beetles and spiders, He found himself abandoning any thoughts of attack. She looked too... sweet to kill. It was a ridiculous thing to think, and he knew it. But as he watched her smooth down her shirt front and cast a self-conscious look into the nothingness, he felt something tug at his stomach. No, he would not attack her. But he would find a way to make her his.