I Want To Be His Prey Novels & Stories

don’t you think it will come across as desperate or something? ‘I don’t think so hey. I am just going to thank him for last night and that’s it.’ ‘Okay let me tell you something, guys like being the hunters, not the hunted. If you want him to come back for more, make yourself unavailable.’ ‘But you remember how Billy and I ended up talking? You pushed me towards him, didn’t that make me the hunter?’ ‘Chomee that was different, now that you have his attention, become the prey.’

“Why?” He shook his head. “I'm not supposed to do this. This is not supposed to be me.” He took a deep breath. He took something from the bed, and I saw that it was a piece of black scarf. He placed over my eyes like a blindfold. “I don't want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” It took a moment for him to answer, and when he did, he answered very carefully. “Like a predator.” My heart stopped beating in my chest. I almost lost my breath. Then I said, “Then you can't look at me, either. You can't see me… like a prey.”

And chasing her — a beast, closing in with the patience of a seasoned killer. Azriel lingered for a moment, watching. It was not often prey came to him. When the girl fell, he moved. One burst of speed, a crash of force, and the beast was thrown aside, its snarl cut short. His hand found its heart, and with a sharp pull, life left its body. He turned to her. Her wide, tear-bright eyes met his. There was fear there, yes — but something else too, something that made his hunger stir in a different way.

"Run into the woods. Evade me. Close your mind from any obstruction. Know you are being chased by your predator." "What?" He is not smiling. What the heck? "Tick tock, human. You are a prey." His eyes flash red and his canine grow into fangs. Shit! I do not wait to find out if he is kidding or not as I sprint into the woods. For the life of me, I want to see tomorrow. Scratch that, I want to see tonight and eat pancakes and scroll through the goddamn internet even though I cannot use it to call out for help. Ugh.

Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss. Taking care to make my steps completely silent, I stepped behind a dumpster that smelled like a mix of rotten fish and other seafood. Why a vamp with a high sense of smell would want to be anywhere near this thing is anyone’s guess. As I rounded around the dumpster I began to hear soft moaning noises and I hoped I wasn’t about to witness anyone in a compromising position. The alley was only barely visible by the two red security lights and I was having trouble making out what was what. The ground was still wet from rain and it helped reflect some of the red light around. I passed a stack of wooden crates and

Millie POV. Blood, I can't stand the blood, my vampire side is out and wants to go and drink it all, my vampire side wants to attack a couple of people, drink their blood, drain them, I want blood! That's all I had in my mind right now, I want to attack someone, I looked at my prey, a young boy, he looks juicy, so juicy and plum ready to be picked. I was going to attack him, I'm near attacking, I'm ready to pounce, I'm a predator and he's my prey, I was going to attack on three, One...Two...

The husky timber I've become familiar with over the past few months sends shivers down my spine. It's too much. My legs freeze and I stop walking. Going any further would be beyond stupid, but I can't step back either. As much as I've talked to this man over letters and phone calls, nothing has prepared me for the dark predator standing before me. Nothing's prepared me for his chiseled good looks or the intense scrutiny of his gaze. And in the seconds I stand there, locked in front of him like some kind of helpless deer, I've become his prey, and I know it.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

“I like blood. And more than that…” His lips curved slowly. “I like watching prey struggle while dying.” “Watching them desperately cling to life until every last drop of blood drains out.” His eyes locked onto hers. “Want to see it?”

Yet, here I am, staring. “I am a hunter of the Order,” I say, stepping back to calm myself. I lift my dagger higher. “The sedative clearly isn't working, but it must be affecting your senses.” His gaze darkens. “I am clear-headed.” He sounds perfectly lucid, but I am not about to admit that to a bloodsucker. I lift my dagger slightly. “How do you know my name?” His expression doesn't change. “Who else would you be?” My left eye twitches. Never have I felt a burning urge to strangle a vamp to death before. “That doesn't answer my ques—”