The moon is in the sky.

On a full moon night, when this urge rises to the point where I can't hold back, I go in search of prey.

The downtown is one of the best hunting grounds.

As long as those stupid women exist, I don't have to worry about having no prey. But I only choose single women as my prey, because I don't want to attract too much attention.

That's when I saw her, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her overly revealing clothes didn't seem to suit the cold weather now. I knew from the first glance that she would be my target today.

No one can save her, just as no one can help the other women, who can sell themselves without reservation, like the woman who was with me a long time ago, and betrayal is their instinct. She was gone, but she was never far from my mind, she was always appearing, appearing in front of me with different appearances and all kinds of words—just at the time of every full moon. Now, she's back again, and I've seen through her disguise, she can't hide it from me, I knew it from the first sight.

"How about a drink?" I asked her gentlemanly.

She smiled at me, and at that moment, I saw her deep pupils, as if waiting for the high tide of the full moon. It almost made me sink in.

"The bar is closed." She said with a smile still on her face.

Disappointment immediately hung over me, because I couldn't tolerate my failures.

"But I want to go back, can you send me?"

"It's a great honor." I leaned over to her and whispered, then gently grabbed her arm, and she didn't refuse.

She couldn't escape.

In fact, everyone sometimes feels a little guilty and feels that they shouldn't do it, and so do I.

But they are to blame, and I, like a hunter, have the right to dispose of every prey that comes my way.

Her home is in a very remote place, which is nice, no one will bother me and I will not alarm anyone. As I thought, she invited me into her home. Now I'm more sure she's the one I'm looking for. I had to do it again, and I was really reluctant at that moment.

She brought me a bottle of wine and two glasses. I poured the wine into the glass and handed her one of them.

"What's next for you?" She approached me with a glass and said, "Tell me, okay?" "Her lips were already on my ears, and I could smell an indescribable smell of her, not caused by any kind of perfume, but entirely hers.

"Let's go take a shower first." I slowly placed my hand on her smooth waist.

She obediently turned and walked towards the end of the hallway.

I picked up a full glass of wine and took a big sip. The other hand reached into the pocket of his jacket and began to play with a metal object inside—a sharp saber. She didn't see the shallow smile on my face.

As the wine flowed through my body, my thoughts began to drift into the distance.

Everyone can't forget the past, but if they could, I think there would be a lot of people who would be happy to do that. But I won't, because I always believe that forgetting the past is tantamount to betrayal.

When I slit the throat of the first woman with this knife, blood gushed out like a fountain - in a dark alley, when I was drunk.

She's a skinny, skinny woman, and maybe it's just a deal. However, she should not have put her hand on my shoulder, let alone touched my neck, because it made me think that she was the one who betrayed me.

I didn't even see her face clearly, only the blood, like a red mist. As I turned to run away in a panic, I heard her make a "sizzling" sound like a leak.

It was a full moon night.

From then on, every day like this, I would begin my search, from nervous to relaxed, from unconscious chasing to conscious planning, which is a process of self-indulgence, just like many people will always be obsessed with a certain feeling in their lives.

An irrepressible impulse.

When a soft sound of the door opening sounded at the end of the hallway, she walked towards me from the darkness in an almost transparent nightgown. When she walked up to me, she had shed her husk. She wore a pair of slippers on her feet, and nothing else.

She put her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes gleamed blazing in the gloomy room.

I picked her up with both hands and walked slowly through the hall to the fringed bed on the other side. Her body seemed to be constantly discharging, enveloping her whole body. She made it impossible for me to have a complete mind and consciousness anymore, her creativity knows no boundaries, and I think I will use a sharp knife in her body to achieve the highest score of desire.

"Will you put me down?" She said.

I gently laid her on the bed and fell to one knee between her legs. My hands groped in my pockets—the blades of desire.

"Honey, you're going to love it all because I need you." I muttered.

The blade tilted slightly upwards as the sharp knife began to glow in the darkness, like the last salute of a hunter before deciding to kill his prey in one fell swoop.

I slashed the knife at her throat, but she spun around like a snake—with incredible speed. When I stood up, she was already at the bedroom door.

She laughed merrily, and the laughter was full of mockery.

"Come on, dear." Her body began to look a little different in the dim light.

I was there for a few seconds, a little surprised, her voice creeping to my bones.

But nothing in this world can hold me back, because I have never been afraid of myself.

I lunged at her, her moving footsteps rustling across the smooth floor. My knife was already in her face, and it was time for it to end.

However, she spun like a top to avoid the blade, and at this point, I began to wonder if she had some kind of telepathy with me.

It's infuriating, exciting, and a little exciting.

Suddenly, her face began to elongate, small clumps of long hair grew on her white body, her skull seemed to expand, fangs poking out of her mouth, and her empty eyes were filled with the flame of desire and the rising tide of the full moon. Her body trembled, dancing in the darkness.

I'm sober.

A little bit of wine wasn't enough to get me drunk.

Exactly, she is turning into a terrifying animal like a man-eating beast.

For the first time, I felt that the world had become so ridiculous, and I thought maybe I should cut my own nose with a knife. See if it's still breathing air. She walked towards me on tiptoe, her movements so graceful and artistic, she slid through the square hall like a shadow of light.

"You're right, my dear, you're going to love it all, because I need you." By the time her ghostly sweet voice sounded again, she was almost in front of me.

As her slender fingers reached for me, I saw the sharp nails on them. Maybe she just wanted to touch me. However, self-preservation is everyone's instinct, and I slashed the knife sideways into her hand...... Claws, it should be said. But her movements were already faster than I could have imagined. She had grabbed my wrist before my reflexes returned to normal, and then she just tugged lightly and my writhing wrist bone shattered like a pencil lead.

Then, she stretched out a finger and glided lightly across my cheek, leaving a deep mark like a knife cut – down to the skull. Adherent blood and tissue fluid flowed down.

Finally I started screaming.

The voice was so visceral, winding up the dim chest and finally bursting out of the narrow mouth. At this point, I really wish I could concretize and externalize all these fears, pains, and disappointments.

But no one will be able to hear it anymore.

The blood was so viscous and so slow that the dazed and ignorant soul was about to fall asleep. The night reigns over the world, forming imaginary circles that hover in flickering points of light. Pale faces, lustful eyes, sharp teeth, and the chasing hand pointing ...... Death.

Once again, I smelled the body odor of her, mixed with the fragrance of women and the flamboyance of bestiality, and I was enchanted.

I'm sleepy. I want to have a permanent sleep in her arms.

Just as I was about to close my sleepy eyes, I saw a glint in her eyes through the mist-like bloodstains, and at that moment, I wondered if I had seen the crystal tears.

In the solemn silence, I only felt that I was limp weakly.

Then there was a burst of sweet, contented laughter. Far and near.

Her hellish mouth was still open, and her sharp fangs began to swing.

Then only the sound of biting remained.

When the end came, I thought with the last little bit of consciousness: from a hunter to a prey, maybe there should always be a time in this life.

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The moon is in the sky.

On a full moon night, when this urge rises to the point where I can't hold back, I go in search of prey.

The downtown is one of the best hunting grounds.

As long as those stupid men exist, I don't have to worry about having no prey. But I only choose single men as my prey, because I don't want to attract too much attention. Then I met him.

I knew from the first glance that he would be my target today.

No one can save him, just as no one can help the other men.

In fact, everyone sometimes feels a little guilty and feels that they shouldn't do it, and so do I.

But they are to blame, and I, like a hunter, have the right to deal with every prey that comes my way.

None of the previous prey was not deserved. But he was an exception, and his eyes told me his secret.

In fact, he is very innocent. He and I can be said to be the same kind in a sense. The same fate, the same sorrow, the same desire. I think I may have really fallen in love with him, after all, I haven't met him in years. The moment I started devouring him, I didn't know if I had shed my first tears for him.

What would it be if we hadn't met today?

I could have been friends or even lovers, but I couldn't, this is probably fate.

I didn't kiss his broken body, but I didn't leave him silently, though I could. I placed his fine knife beside him, hoping that the blood would soon drown it in.

It's not perfect, but it's the best for him and for me.

I never believed in any happy reunion for myself, and even the little sense of security and belonging that little bit I had was the main source of that belief.