Daniel stared at her a few seconds longer than he meant to.
Do you see her pulse? The flutter at the side of her neck? Bite it. Invite her for a drink, tell her there’s a shortcut, and rip her pretty throat out in an alley. Do it. His inner voice always sounded like Deanna to him. He was hungry again, that deep, gnawing need for blood that chewed its way up into his chest cavity, too. Holly didn’t smell like a girl to hang out with. She smelled like dinner. Daniel had no conscience to speak of, no feelings of guilt. If he ate her, he wouldn’t regret it later. He’d forget about it in a week.
But he could eat anybody tonight. He might as well enjoy Holly’s company before he murdered her.
“That town with the trailers? I know it.” He tilted his head. “Where are you staying?”
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on 2013-08-13 11:49 pm (UTC)Do you see her pulse? The flutter at the side of her neck? Bite it. Invite her for a drink, tell her there’s a shortcut, and rip her pretty throat out in an alley. Do it.
His inner voice always sounded like Deanna to him. He was hungry again, that deep, gnawing need for blood that chewed its way up into his chest cavity, too. Holly didn’t smell like a girl to hang out with. She smelled like dinner. Daniel had no conscience to speak of, no feelings of guilt. If he ate her, he wouldn’t regret it later. He’d forget about it in a week.
But he could eat anybody tonight. He might as well enjoy Holly’s company before he murdered her.
“That town with the trailers? I know it.” He tilted his head. “Where are you staying?”