franconstantini:
Roaming the dark streets was an old habit. Usually, that involved choosing a victim. On occasion, though, she would just go out to clear her head. Being stuck in the house meant dealing with her thoughts without any interruption or distraction, and that felt like hell on Earth. So, all alone, usually in the middle of the night, she would stroll about the foggy streets of London. If she were lucky, she’d make a drunk teenager paranoid and frightened by her serene presence in the blackness.
Another country, the same ways. Old habits die hard indeed. Roaming aimlessly about town, the woman wondered for a moment if she shouldn’t perhaps go find some company at a bar. But this wasn’t England, which only meant losers got drunk at bars in the middle of the week. Leaving her to the conclusion that she could have a challenge-less drink from one of those sad intoxicated souls in the pub.
Just about to turn around and start looking for an establishment, Francesca spotted some unusual movement. From afar, in the dark street, she could see a man right behind a young woman. His mannerism was dodgy, clearly displaying the desire to inflict harm. Fran didn’t take any precautions, in the beginning, deciding to only follow the pair. Until, upon approaching them, she realised the game had changed and prey became predator.
With a smirk that matched the stranger’s, Fran stepped out of the shadows right underneath a street lamp, looking nothing but a strikingly beautiful human. “Can I crash this playdate?”
It wasn’t just any voice that broke the deafening sound of silence as the once confident look on the man’s face turned to one of horror. It was a distinctly feminine voice that caught their attention. Both of them turned to see who had called to them. A look of relief washed over the man who was once upon a moment ago going to attack her. For underneath the shine of the street lamps was a strikingly beautiful woman. But beauty in these streets often meant danger as Keya had found and this man was done for if her thoughts were correct. Keya tilted her head ever so slightly as her sharp teeth retreated under the guise of a sweet smile. Just in case she was wrong about this one, her sisters would have her head if she revealed who she truly was.
“What do I owe the pleasure,” she purred. After all, dangerous or not...she knew a snack when she saw one and this one was going to fill her desires should she have her way.















