Night Stalker

I know her scent.
I follow her through the crowds.
She cannot escape me.
I know everything about her.
The way she brushed her hair.
The way she walks favoring her right leg.
Her life.
Her dreams.
I know all this.
I must.
It is my instinct.
My rite.
Everything of hers,
is mine.
She senses me.
She turns around.
But I am just another face in the crowd.
She does not know it is me.
That I am the one she senses.
She is afraid.
I follow her all the way to the alley.
She turns around again and sees me.
She tries to scream.
I don't let her.
My hand across her mouth I bite down.
The blood seeps into my mouth.
It is red.
It is warm.
It is delicious.
She goes limp.
Her life is slowly draining away.
When I am done I let go.
She is dead.
I have claimed another victim.
Another life.
To feed my hunger.
I know I will do it again.
Because I am a monster.
And I must feed.