Through the Glass-Pudd-Prologue
Through the Glass
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The pavement moved quickly under his feet. It called to him, a dry burning in the back of his throat, one that he couldn’t ignore no matter how hard he tried. With each passing stranger it would hit him again, over and over the feeling would envelope him. Sometimes holding his breath would help, it was only out of habit that his lungs would pull in air, he didn’t really need oxygen and he hadn’t for sometime. But being too stubborn to try, he just took it.
The want and need of human blood proved to be too tempting for him. He hid in the shadows, waiting. Waiting for that unlucky person to come stumbling down the alley. Beer mingling with the blood that he craved, the malt liquor giving it a richer taste.
The clack of heals hitting the rain slicked concrete made the foot steps apparent. His eyes locking on the woman, alone and obviously inebriated, walking unsteadily towards him. She giggled feebly as she tripped over he unsure feet, reaching for the dumpster resting against the alley wall for balance. Bending down to adjust her shoes, he saw this as his time to strike.
Walking out of the dark, bathed in the yellow light of the street lamp, he stalked closer. She looked startled at first, but soon she was looking him up and down, taking in his appearance before giving him a sly smile. “Hi there.” She slurred.
He moved quickly, grabbing her before she could scream. His teeth cutting through her skin with a pop. Warm liquid falling past his lips from the punctures, as her hands blindly punching his chest, driven by fear and panic. He didn’t let go, he didn’t stop. Eventually her frantic movements slowed, he body giving up it’s fight.
He dropped her, the lifeless body hitting the ground. Tipping his head back, he ran his tongue over his teeth, removing the remains of the blood. He knew the feeling that held him wouldn’t last. Soon he would be thirsty again and this action would need to be repeated. But this is how it had to be. He moved from town to town, country to country, leaving a bloody trail behind him. He didn’t have a choice, it was kill of starve and his self perseverance greater then guilt.
Harry bent down gently closing the girl’s wide eyes with his finger tips. He may be a killer but he wasn’t a total monster. He left the alley, not looking back. Once on the high street he walked, faster then before. Passing through the city and this time trying to not breathe.
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PoynterJudd
The pavement moved quickly under his feet. It called to him, a dry burning in the back of his throat, one that he couldn’t ignore no matter how hard he tried. With each passing stranger it would hit him again, over and over the feeling would envelope him. Sometimes holding his breath would help, it was only out of habit that his lungs would pull in air, he didn’t really need oxygen and he hadn’t for sometime. But being too stubborn to try, he just took it.
The want and need of human blood proved to be too tempting for him. He hid in the shadows, waiting. Waiting for that unlucky person to come stumbling down the alley. Beer mingling with the blood that he craved, the malt liquor giving it a richer taste.
The clack of heals hitting the rain slicked concrete made the foot steps apparent. His eyes locking on the woman, alone and obviously inebriated, walking unsteadily towards him. She giggled feebly as she tripped over he unsure feet, reaching for the dumpster resting against the alley wall for balance. Bending down to adjust her shoes, he saw this as his time to strike.
Walking out of the dark, bathed in the yellow light of the street lamp, he stalked closer. She looked startled at first, but soon she was looking him up and down, taking in his appearance before giving him a sly smile. “Hi there.” She slurred.
He moved quickly, grabbing her before she could scream. His teeth cutting through her skin with a pop. Warm liquid falling past his lips from the punctures, as her hands blindly punching his chest, driven by fear and panic. He didn’t let go, he didn’t stop. Eventually her frantic movements slowed, he body giving up it’s fight.
He dropped her, the lifeless body hitting the ground. Tipping his head back, he ran his tongue over his teeth, removing the remains of the blood. He knew the feeling that held him wouldn’t last. Soon he would be thirsty again and this action would need to be repeated. But this is how it had to be. He moved from town to town, country to country, leaving a bloody trail behind him. He didn’t have a choice, it was kill of starve and his self perseverance greater then guilt.
Harry bent down gently closing the girl’s wide eyes with his finger tips. He may be a killer but he wasn’t a total monster. He left the alley, not looking back. Once on the high street he walked, faster then before. Passing through the city and this time trying to not breathe.