the Predator
Ryohei could never tell if the world had any purpose, any reason. He always sat in the background, inticing people towards him from afar. Drinking their blood.
The girls always came willingly. They were intrigued by his girlish appearance, his non-chalant manner. He was a bad boy by normal standards. One that wore skirts and pigtails, and sometimes even make-up.
Ryohei carefully sipped at his beer in the corner. He was high on the feeling of being predatory. He felt above everyone else here, even though he was certainly younger. A couple of Kogal type girls stumbled over to him. He smiled at them. They were obviously drunk.
"Ohmgd! Are you like a visual kei artist or something? You look like a girl!" One of them proclaimed wrapping an arm around him.
Ryohei wrinkled his nose, but smiled. "Well I do own a guitar, maybe I will someday," he replied leaning towards her neck.
The Kogal giggled and her friend pouted. He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and lifted his lips up into a snarl towards the other one. She squeaked and floundered away.
The first one was already under Ryohei's "spell".
He turned fifteen last month.
His parents had gotten him an expensive keyboard. It was the perks of being an only child in a rich family, one of the many.
Being loved the most was another, and considering what kind of "child" Ryohei was, if he had siblings his life wouldn't be so grand. In fact his parents probably would have already discovered all of his nastier habits.
The ditsy girl in his arms giggled. "Let's get a roooooo~ooom."
Ryohei smirked. "Yes, let's." He gently dragged her by her arm upstairs. His tongue shot out and wet his lips. He couldn't wait to feel complete.
It all started when he was four years old, his "problem". Ryohei considered it more of a blessing. It made him something unique, it made him feel powerful, in control. He absolutely loved it.
As soon as they were in the room, the girl was all over Ryohei. He couldn't help but chuckle and kiss her back whilst pulling something out of his skirt. Something that was most important during the hunt.
A knife.
Suddenly, Ryohei grabbed her arm and jerked her away. She screeched at the sudden violence, but his hand went to her mouth, silencing her. "Shhh... I'm just a little hungry." She started squirming and Ryohei's predator high soared.
It felt good to be in control.
The knife easily sliced through her skin. Blood almost instantly sprung from the wound. His hand was getting wet from her tears. Ryohei leaned down to the bright red line on her upper arm. His tongue darted out and took a quick lick, it was heavenly.
The therapist officially called it Hematophagy. Ryohei called it becoming whole.
He called it being the boss.
The blood slid down his throat and a whimper came from his victim, reminding him where he was.
Ryohei pulled away and pat the girl on the head. "Want a band-aid?"
She stared back at him with wide, scared eyes.
"Now, now, I'm not going to do anything else to you... unless you still want to have a little romp?" He smirked as her head quickly shook from side to side. He let his hand slide off her mouth. His arms released her body.
She was now sober enough to run to the door and and leave Ryohei behind. He knew she wouldn't talk.
Then never did.
It was convinient.
He twirled the knife in his hand and smiled. Ryohei loved his life.
He loved his life a lot.