Page 7 of The Stalker
I close my eyes and breathe her in.
When I open them, she’s at the far end of the kitchen, fumbling with the back door.The lock sticks.It always has.I know this because I’ve watched her curse at it a dozen times before.
She whimpers, yanking hard.
“Do you need some help?”My voice is low, mocking.
She spins, her face pale, and her eyes wide with terror.“Stay away,” she chokes out.
I step forward.“Or what?You’ll scream?Go ahead.It’s Halloween.Everyone will think it’s part of the fun.”
Her throat works, but no sound comes out.
I stalk closer, slow and deliberate, letting her see what’s coming.She grabs a kitchen knife from the counter, the blade trembling in her grip.
My smile stretches.“Do you really think you can hurt me?That you’re actually capable of hurting another person?”
For a heartbeat, I swear another voice slips from my mouth, layered over mine, darker.“She could never hurt us.”
Her eyes widen.She saw it.Shefeltit.
Good.
I close the distance in three strides, my hand wrapping around her wrist.She gasps as I squeeze, the knife clattering to the floor.Her body shakes under my grip, but her eyes ...her eyes burn.There is fear in her gaze, yes.But there is also something else, something darker, something like heat.
“Let me go,” she whispers, but the words are weak.
I lean in close, my breath brushing her ear.“Not a chance.”
Her knees buckle, whether from fear or something else, I can’t tell, but I hold her up, caging her against the counter.
“I should’ve done this years ago,” I murmur.
Her lips tremble.“What ...what are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want.”
I press my face to her neck, inhaling the scent of smoke and skin, letting my teeth scrape lightly against her scar.She shudders, torn between recoiling and leaning in.
And then ...she does it.She shoves me with all her strength, slipping out from under my arm.She bolts down the hall, bare feet pounding against the hardwood.
For a second, I almost follow.My body surges forward, blood roaring, but then I stop.Because the voice in my head is laughing.
“Let her run.Let her think she has a chance.The chase will make it sweeter.It’s always sweeter when they think they can get away.”
A shiver of anticipation rips through me and I step back into the shadows, giving her time.She’ll burst out the front door and she’ll flee into the night, into the woods where the veil is thinnest, where the spirits are loudest.Where the darkness and shadows are in control and I can hunt her freely.
I lick my lips, my cock aching, my hands shaking with the need to grab her again.
“Run, Bianka,” I whisper into the empty house.“Run as fast as you can.You’ll never escape me.”
The laughter in my head is no longer just his.It’s mine too.
