Krovi.

“Stupid girl,” I chuckled as I swiftly moved through the forest. “She must think she’s something special.”

I left her to wade in her own tears. I considered inflicting her for a passing moment, but decided it was not the time.

Poor little thing, so frail, so delicate; they’re all so weak those humans, weighed down by their emotion and sentiment. They’re so easily consumed by fear. Just the thought of her feeble frame hunched over, trapped in a fog of confusion gave me such delight. I licked my lips at the very thought, hungry to taste those salty tears as they streamed down her face.

My feet barely made a sound as I ran forward, never crunching a leaf, never snapping a twig. I galloped through the undergrowth like a phantom stallion.

Though I must say, I do admire her un-submissive guise. It’s rather charming. Nothing like that Sarah girl I disposed of nights ago. No, this one has strength, blind mind you, and restrained but the utter uselessness that is humanity, but deep within that warm flesh, those pulsing veins; lies vigor.

I knew she was exactly what I needed.