The Thrill of the Chase

The woman ran, her bare feet slapped against the went concrete. Her eyes were wide as she scanned the dark road ahead of her for a hiding place. He wasn’t far behind her now. She could hear his bellowed threats louder with each passing second.

The street was dark, no houses had lights burning, even the streets lamps didn’t burn. “Perfect” She hissed under her breath. She spotted and alleyway that cut between two buildings. One an old boarded up shop, the other a house in an equally abandoned state. She had picked a great street to turn into.

Not wasting time to think about things any longer Abigail ducked into the alley and crouched down in the darkness. Allowing the stench of the dumpster to envelop her. It was there that sh crouched, waiting for him to run past. She tried to listen for his approach, but her heart beat a thunderous rhythm in her chest and masked all other sound.

“Where are you b****?” She heard him call. He was close. “You think I’m gonna let you get away from me. Come on, get out here. Show you face.” He spat. The liquor in his system was clear in the way his words slurred, and visible in the way he swayed unsteadily on his feet. He leant forward, resting on his knees, catching his breath.

Abigail closed her eyes, calming herself. She would need her wits about her. She had been stupid to go out at all, especially alone. With the recent spate of killings in the neighbourhood the streets just weren’t safe anymore. The police had no leads, no clue was to who was responsible. They were a small community and if truth be told not able to handle such an event.

But still, for a young girl, a Friday night was a Friday night. Fun couldn’t stop just because of a little danger could it. Or at least that was what she had told herself when she left the house.

She had gotten but half way to the club when he stepped out in front of her, blocking her path with his muscular form. Even in the darkness she could make out the tattoos that covered his body. He reeked of aggression.

“It’s a bit late for a little thing like you to be out” He had sneered.

Abigail was far from stupid, the bar at the other end of the street was a known biker haunt and not the place she wanted to be taken. So she had turned and fled. He had followed her. She knew he would. They always did.

Now, hiding in the alleyway Abigail made just enough noise to get his befuddled attention and bring him into the darkness, into the stench. It was the stench of death, her own private killing fields. As he passed her, Abigail let his aroma filled her once more. Her senses went wild. Her fangs descended and she stepped out into the alley behind the man. It was a dangerous game, especially with her clan so close to being discovered, but she couldn’t help it. Abigail just loved the thrill of the chase, it make the meat that much sweeter.