Run Poppy Run

Prey

Damian

I did not plan on stalking this... human. But since I saw a picture of her on her mother’s mantle when I was hired to set up their cable, I was intrigued, to say the least. Once I was invited into their house, it made it so much easier to stalk her small section in the back. Her mother owned it, not her, so the invitation she extended included the guest house.

Once she officially arrived and stepped foot on my lawn, I knew I had to have her. There was something alluring about her. The way her hair flowed, the freckles scattered across her cheeks. Her smell. f**k, her smell sent my cold heart fluttering.

I spent countless nights standing outside on her porch. Her thoughts always rushing into my mind like a book. What felt even more amazing was her fear when she realized I was out there. My presence sending her dreams into nightmares filled my core with pleasure. I’d stand in the corner watching her writhe in her sleep. The constant hard on I got were irritating.

I wouldn’t please myself while she was asleep, even though her voice was pushing me to the edge constantly. One time she had a s*x dream; I snooped in her mind while it happened. I barely stumbled out of the house, almost coming in my own f*****g pants. It didn’t help she cut her wrist on that nail sticking out of her bed frame. f**k, I wanted her. I NEEDED her under me, begging me to f**k her.

I finally decided to throw hints at her about who I was by entering the bookstore. Her scent overpowered me, causing me bolt to the right immediately. I found myself in the vampire section, cringing as I looked through all the ‘teen’ vampire titles. I picked up ‘Twilight: By Stephanie Myers’ and immediately dropped it, choking back my gag reflex. I shuddered, shaking the slimy feeling off me from that... vile depiction.

Scanning the shelves, I found my favorite, ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’. I picked it up as her thoughts slid through my brain. I clenched my jaw as I closed my eyes.

‘Should I go to the club for my birthday? Ugh, my life’s so boring...’

Oh, so delicious. I licked my lower lip as I turned and headed to the counter. I slid the book to her as her thoughts landed on how hot I was. I pinched my facial expressions so as I wouldn’t lunge across the countertop and take her right there. I placed a twenty on the counter, grabbing the bag and leaving before I lost my control.

I quickly made my way back to her house to do some snooping. I found she threw away the poppies I gifted her so delicately. Does she know how hard it is to get poppies, especially in the winter? I grumbled, pulling the box out and brushing it off. I pulled out a blank card I had in my pocket the florist gave me. I picked her lock, entering her drab little living quarters.

I set the box on the counter, looking through the drawers for a pen. I found one, pulled it out and scribbled down on the card, “You throw these away again and you’ll find these somewhere... less pleasant.”

Too much? I don’t know, I’ve been out of touch with women these days. Oh well. I flipped the card, placing it on top of the box as I turned on my heel, heading upstairs. I stopped just at the top where her room was; her smell filling the hall and wrapping around my nose. She smelled like cherries and cinnamon. I felt my groin press against the seams of my pants as I stalked forward.

I stood in her doorway, taking in her room in the light. I normally stand in the corner behind the door, watching her sleep until her alarm goes off. She’s only ever almost caught me once, but I was able to bail before she suspected anything. My nose twitched as I turned my head, looking at her neatly folded laundry she didn’t put away.

There was a pink pair of panties sitting there. I reached out, grabbing it and squeezing it. Mmmm....can I stoop that low? Stealing a woman’s panties... at least they’re not used. I shrugged, stuffing them into my pocket as I headed to her bathroom. I opened her medicine cabinet. Nothing impressive, a lot of ibuprofens and a pack of birth control. I chuckled as my eyes landed on that pack. I closed the cabinet, turning to head back out. She was going to be off soon, and she’s going to be walking by my place.

I quickly left, locking everything back up as I exited. I turned, stuffing my hands into my pockets, fidgeting with her underwear in my pocket. Sheesh, I’d be a laughingstock if people found how obsessive I became over her.

Reaching into my other pocket, I yanked out a pack of cigarettes, sliding one into my mouth as I put it back in my pocket and grabbing my lighter. I approached my house, the creepy manor no one dares to step foot in. It was a good disguise; people would leave me alone and let me do my work.

I inhaled a puff as my mic roșu rounded the corner.

‘Just keep looking at your phone, it’s just a house...’ Her thoughts rang in my ears. I slyly stepped forward, ever so slightly, as she collided with me. I dropped my cigarette as she tried to apologize. I felt her fear wash over her, causing her body to release her wonderful smell. I held back a groan.

“Keep ya nose up, mic roșu. Looking down will only make ya an easier target.” I tried to make it sound seductive, but my accent made it sound disdainful. She hurriedly ran off as I stood there watching her. I waited, leaning on the wall till I knew she was inside her house again. My movements are faster than most, so getting back to her house was an easy task.

I stood outside as her fear wafted into my nostrils again. I frowned when she threw the poppies out again. I heard her make her way upstairs; the shower turning on. Anger boiled within me as her thoughts landed on the reasons why her trash ex left her. I ground my teeth as I stepped through her door, closing it gently, inching my way up to the stairs. I heard her enter her shower.

I smoothly made my way up the stairs, halting just outside her room. I moaned as the smell of her shampoo hit my nose, causing me to lean against the wall. I chewed the inside of my cheek, folding my arms as the thought of her wanting to go back to her ex crossed my mind. I swiftly made my way to her bathroom, sneaking into it as my heart raced for being so close to her while she was naked. I quickly scribbled into the mirror my message, turning to leave.

I paused; my mouth hung open as I stared at the shower curtain. I clasped my hand over it when I realized I was breathing too heavily. Before I knew it, I was back outside, locking up her door. I grumbled as I walked away, heading back to my quarters. I’m going to have to follow her and her friend tonight. From the snippets of her thoughts, she’s going to a club in Seattle, and those are brimming with my next contract.

Walking through my gothic looking doorway, I sighed as I turned, locking the door. I halted, looking at the locks. Shrugging, I turned and headed to the kitchen. I poured myself some whiskey, swirling the drink in my glass as I leaned on the counter. I dipped my finger into my cup, swirling it around as I sucked my teeth. My phone went off.

I pulled it out, looking at the notification. It was the spy app I installed on her phone to track her movements. It was showing me she was still in her house. I threw back the rest of my drink as I headed to my upstairs loft. I stretched as I landed on the top floor, taking my clothes off and tossing them to the floor. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, looking myself over.

I don’t need to shave; I haven’t grown facial hair for a while. I did need to shower; I tend to forget to while working a gig. I ran my fingers over my tattoos. I was intimidating looking and my accent didn’t help either. It’s one of the reasons why I tend to keep my mouth shut. I’m glad I have my mind reading ability, it helps me out. I reached for a toothbrush, wetting it and placing a glob of toothpaste on it.

I inspected it, turning it over. Did I really need this? I shrugged, stuffing it in my mouth as I brushed. I’ve found myself taking care of myself more since she’s plopped onto my radar. Wanting to keep my appearance up even though I didn’t have to. I spat into the sink, turning the water on to wash down the spit. I turned, heading to the shower.

I might not need to keep up with my appearance, but I still need to keep my odors down. People seem to think I don’t need to, but most of their depictions are wrong. My phone pinged again, causing me to cut my shower short.

Hopping out, I threw a towel around my waist as I opened it.