In the shadowy corners of a bustling bar, a predator waits. Masked by the quiet dark, no one sees the hunger in their gaze or hears the silent promise of the hunt. As the night deepens and the cold bites, a single step into the storm seals a stranger’s fate.
I sat in the dark. No one could see how pale I was or how different. I heard their blood flowing, felt their ease as they drank and talked without fear.
I watched for the drunkest one, the easiest prey. The cold bit deeper tonight, and I craved warmth—life. They were lost sheep, unaware of the wolf among them.
The door creaked, the bell rang. Someone stepped into the storm alone. I followed.
He would be mine.
Prompt: Write a story from the perspective of a predator hiding among unsuspecting victims. Focus on the sensory details of the environment, the tension of waiting, and the psychology of the hunt.