“Do we have any plans tonight?” Sylvia asked.
“No.” Katherine replied. The two of them lay in bed together. Sylvia rested her head on Katherine’s shoulder.
“Well it’s dark outside now. We could go on a hunt.” Sylvia suggested.
“We don’t need to. We’ve got plenty of blood in the fridge.” Katherine told her.
“I know, but it’s not the same, you know, like extracting it directly from someone’s warm body.” Katherine raised her eyebrows at Sylvia’s words.
“You prefer it directly from its source then?”
“Well, it’s not just that. It’s the hunt I like. The anticipation as you hunt down your quarry and feel their fear while they run away from you in terror. Their hearts rapidly beating. And once you have them, feeling their lifeforce ebb away as you slowly drain them.” Sylvia said.
“You’re quite the monster aren’t you?” Katherine remarked.
“You’re a monster too.” Sylvia reminded her.
“Yes, but not in the same way.” Katherine replied.
This was written with the prompt anticipation provided by Greg’s Five Word Weekly Challenge (2249).
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