Page 6 of Beast

BEAST

The man hasno idea I’m following him.

I stalk him from the shadows, my heavy motorcycle boots drowned out by the noise of the night around us. The cars in the distance. The rattle of trains. The noise seeping onto the street from the taverns along Main Street.

He walks through the cobblestone streets unaware I’m close. Unaware he is about to die.

It’s easy for me to remain undetected.

Because I am a part of the darkness and disappear in the night.

I am the heartbeat of this city.

The shadows.

The karma.

Undetected, I follow him into the town square. He pulls up his coat collar and flicks his dead cigarette at the memorial statue ashe passes it by. Twenty-five years ago, this town almost burned to the ground and the statue is a memorial to those who fought to save this town, and those who died trying.

He keeps moving into the night, out of the town square and past the casino.

That’s when I see her. Stepping out from the Uber and disappearing into the casino foyer, her long blonde hair tumbling down to her tiny waist in a thick braid.

I stop walking.

If I were still human, I would say the feeling twisting in my chest is love. But love ceased to exist long ago when I became this beast. When I turned into the monster my club needed me to be.

As if she can sense me, she stops and glances nervously over her shoulder, those big blue eyes scanning the darkness for something.

I take a step back and morph into the shadows so I can watch her undetected.

Her long braid shimmers in the golden glow of the casino lights. Thoughts of wrapping it around my wrist and yanking her head back so I can ruin her mouth with mine make me hard.

My black heart kicks in my chest.

A beat.

A thump.

A need.

She hurries into the casino and disappears from view, and I push the beauty to the back of my mind as I move swiftly throughthe darkness to find my prey once again. He’s heading down one of the stairwells that twist beneath the street to the abandoned subway tunnels running under the town.

He knows I’m following him. He can feel me. Sense me. He keeps looking over his shoulder as he increases his pace. Closing in on him, I watch his panic set in, hear it in his labored breath as he trips and stumbles on the ballast stone of the railway tracks.

I reach him before he can get up, wrap my hands around his neck and snap it like it is no more than a twig before he can let out a cry.

He’s dead but I’m not done.

I remove my knife from my hip and carve the words NOT IN SB into the flabby skin of his belly, my blade cutting deep. His blood pools in a deep shade of red beneath him.

Let them see that we know.

Let this be their one and only warning.

I wipe the blade on his dirty jeans and straighten.

That’s when I think about the girl with the face like an angel again, and my dark heart thumps wildly in protest.A warning to stay away.Angels like her have the power to destroy demons like me.

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