I was craving another kill, anything to ease the build up primal tension. So I went out, the bar was crowded. People coupling and drinking, the air swimming with the aphrodisiac of smoke and human heat. It was hard to spot someone, but as soon as I saw them I was zeroed in. They set off an energy in the crowd that made them stand out, that makes them unique. We flirted, drank, and I lead them back to my apartment. Ready to strike.

Patrick’s Apartment. Midnight.

As we sat on my couch, we kissed, the carnal passion filling the apartment. After a moment I pulled away and gestured to the bedroom, they stood and I followed. My hand grazing on the axe hidden behind the doorway as they walked to the bed. I was ready, like a snake rearing its head back, my fangs on display… I was ready to eat them alive. But as my gaze trailed up I saw it, the gleam of their own weapon, instead of a look of innocence, desire, or obliviousness to my attack, they had the same predatory look in their eyes. Their pupils dilated and body taught with tension and excitement. We were caught in a crossfires. They were like me, a hunter, a predator… a monster. We thought we were each other’s prey, but we were caught in place. Two monsters, animalistic urges to conquer each other, the primal power to destroy. Staring at each other, both ready to attack.

“You…”

I say lowly, my breath a little ragged as my adrenaline spikes, my axe tapping against the floor as I grasp it. My knuckles white with tension.

“You are just like me, aren’t you darling?”

My eyes flicker to their hand grasping their own weapon. My breath hitching as my vision tunnels on them, like we were the only beings left. And the world fell away, our eyes pierce each others. They looked… feral.