Predator and Prey [Cameron]

It was on rare occasion that I walked alone in District 4. My time is filled with working for Captain Donnell Xavier on the Santa Ezio Xavier. The other hours are filled with long nights with women, or grueling hours in the battlefield. That suits me fine though. I enjoy working. It helps me keep my mind off of things. Off of the blood lust that I have to quench with spending time in the battlefield. That I have to quench by sending my fishing trident into the weak frame of a young child. That suits me fine too. Their bones are often good toothpicks. Then, there are my sexual interactions, but let's not get into that. I don't need to write an encyclopedia sized book.

The docks were often the best place to walk. They were either covered in working fishermen or boat crews, or they were empty, and silent. It was often the best place to pick out a victim, because the only way back to the District from the docks was a long dark alley. That's the only reason I walk down this path. To find my dessert for the night. Today, the docks are empty, for all but one figure in the distance. From the long hair that is rustling in the wind, and the bends of the figure, I can tell that it belongs to a female, around my age. Perfect. Just what I like.

My feet carry me closer to her, but I try to stay quiet, and unnoticed. It's best to have a surprise attack. To be stealthy, and then too jump out and do whatever the beast inside me compels me to do. Now, from my new location, I can see her face. And my heart seems to stop beating, for a single second. For, what sits ahead of me, on the rotten wooden docks, is easily described by one word. Exquisite. Perhaps maybe intoxicating. My throat tightens up, but not from hunger. No. It's from the warm feeling buzzing through my whole existence. What is so different about this girl, that has rooted me to my spot, you might ask. Perhaps, it's those sea-green eyes that are watching the waves. Perhaps it's the dark tanned skin, that matches with her beautiful dirty blonde hair. Perhaps it's the bends that she has, that are mesmerizing my teenage mind. Perhaps it's the wonder of what type of person she is.

Finally, I regain control over my body, and I know what I must do. My feet carry me closer to this beautiful goddess, and I stop right behind her.
"M'am. Is there anything wrong? It's almost dark."