I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Scent and a sound. I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
The cage door slammed shut, but didn’t actually click closed, she’d jammed the rigging with a wad of gum. Joey was the only one left in the cage with Simone and she didn’t say much. In fact, Simone hadn’t heard her speak since they’d gotten here. Joey watched everything and missed little. Simone knew Joey watched her relentlessly, she chose her moment. She grabbed the wood she’d picked up after the big fight that splintered a chair and slipped out of the cage quietly, while the others were busy. She crept up the stairs ducking into alcoves and behind tapestries when necessary. Ever vigilant for the chance to strike. She knew what lived here, she wasn’t romanticized by them at all. She knew how monstrous vampires were. They’d killed her family, ripping them into pieces. She saw the cute girl standing alone on the second floor balcony, she was dangerous more dangerous than the men because she would suck you in with her innocence and then the next thing you knew you were nothing but a dried up husk. Simone tapped her on the shoulder and plunged the stake in as the girl turned, blood seeped around the wood. The girl dropped to her knees, and fell backward onto the ground. Simone dragged her to a nearby alcove where she propped her against the wall. Simone pulled the curtains and continued her journey. Simone felt no guilt and no remorse at what she’d done. It was no less than that deserved. Even if they weren’t the ones that killed her family they were still vampire, and *that* was enough for her. She listened for any signs of life and heard heavy foot falls she ducked behind another tapestry and waited holding her breath until the couple passed. She stepped out from behind the heavy curtain and very quietly walked up behind them driving the stake between ribs and into the heart. She heard the girl scream as the man went down, while she was hurrying away back toward the dungeon. She knew if they caught her she’d be killed. She changed course and headed for the guest rooms by way of the kitchen, snatching food off a cart as she went. She tossed the hoodie into the fire. She moved through the halls and finally found what she was looking for. An abandoned room, where the smell of mold was almost overpowering, she walked in and locked the door behind her, sat on the floor and contemplated her next move as she ate.