1 Chapter 1
The rain always had a way of dulling down one's senses, and while that might be as a disadvantage to others, it's the best season for a hunter. And that was exactly what Tori was. Although her current predicament wasn't exactly that of a hunter.
It a scene straight out of a horror movie, as two carnal teenagers were more than eager to rip each other clothes off in the cemetery cloaked with the moonlight. As they were getting ready to do the deed, they noticed some movement not too far from them.
Did you see that?
They asked each other, and chose to ignore it, passing it as their paranoid and adrenaline of being in a cemetery. They resumed their make-out session to get back the passion, but kept hearing the little rustle in the dry leaves. And just as they were coming to the realization that this whole thing was a bad idea, it was too late.
Straight out of the moist, weedy path, right next to the unmarked tombstone the two were sitting on, a hand pops up and grabs the girl's ankle, and she shrieked bloody Mary. The hand seemed to use the girl's body weight as an anchor to pull out the rest of the body, and after a few grunts and groans, a dirty woman stood before two petrified teens.
The woman hadn't really paid attention to the two in front of her, rather focusing on her surroundings. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes and took an extra deep breath, then smiled to herself. She did this a couple of times, before being interrupted by the sound of whimpering. She looked down and smiled at the delight she saw. The fear in their eyes. Now that was a sight to behold.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Her voice was coarse from lack of use, but that seem to work to her advantage, as the teens practically wet themselves in terror, and produced nothing but rumblings from their mouth. She crouched to match their level, and caress them. She grabbed the girl's hair, and breathed in her scent like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
"I'll hand it to you. You are the most pleasant smelling mortal I'd have killed in quite some time. So congrats, and see you when the gods find a way to kill me."
"P-P-PLEASE DON'T KILL US!" The two begged.
The woman, for the first time that night, smiled genuinely. She shook her head and whispered, "It's already too late."
"Huh?"
The two hadn't realised that their heads had been severed of their bodies, that were flopping around like fish gasping for oxygenated water. Their eyes become glossy from the realisation of being amputated. The rain had finally started, washing away all the splattered blood. The woman found a recently new dug out grave and tossed in the bodies of the two, keeping the heads as trophies.
She dusted herself off as best as she could, before sitting on a John Doe's grave, contemplating how exactly she was going to leave the graveyard. She most definitely like to avoid the police, not that she was afraid of them. Quite the contrary, she thought of them as her most constant companions. Even if they don't know that. Always chasing her, raising her adrenaline levels. What fun!
She was so consumed in her high, she didn't notice the ominous presence behind her.
"My, my, my, now what do we have over here?"
The woman was startled for a minute. She faced her prowler, and she had the biggest smile on her face. It was like she was Charlie in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
