I really wish I could've prevented this, but young adults never listen to warnings. They're so eager to be completely independent that they fall so easily. Easy prey. Easy targets for guys like me. Heh.

Aurora is no different. I've been watching her from afar for a few months now. I have her entire schedule committed to memory. I know it by heart, and I shouldn't. I don't mean I shouldn't stalk her because I love doing that, but c'mon. Why does she need to be so damn typical?

Everyday she wakes up just to hop on Instagram and ogle trashy boys, who are cute in her opinion but could never love her like I could. Could not would. Because I will not love her. Just destroy her. Break her. Make her work for me and only me.

She'll be leaving soon so I need to get ready for tonight.

***



I'm so tired. Ugh. I really wish I could, like, call off or something. I'd rather check out this guy's muscles. Like, ohmygod. He is so perfect, but, like, whatever. I gotta get a shower. Ugh. I, like, hate work and junk. The only good things is that it's at night.

After my shower I just barely catch the bus for work. I hate the bus. There are so many weirdos on it. They always try to, like, get my number. It's weird. Some of them are nearly sixty years old, but I listen to my music to block them out.

I arrive at work and do my shift. It's easier because there aren't as many customers. Most of my job involves light shelf stocking, cleaning, and sometimes inventory checks. It's not hard, and there are usually between three to five employees working. We divide up the store so we each cover one section of it per shift.

My shift is from four in the afternoon to midnight. The only issue is that there are, like, no buses after six. I just end up walking the five miles it takes to get home each night. I, like, never have any problems with it at all. It's peaceful, too. Everyone always tells me not to walk home at night, bit, like, I don't see what's wrong with it. Ha. They must be like paranoid or something.

***



Her shift is ending soon. I'm fidgety with anticipation. I NEED her. It's dark and cold as I wait, and I freaking NEED her. I pull out my crystalline dagger and run it across my thick skin. Making tiny, fleshy wounds on my sides and stomach. I let the dagger pull my energy from within me.

Slouching down against the dumpster behind her store I grimace with pain. Big, rough scars remsin when i am through. The scars are my favorite part. A reminder of each person.

Now it is time for me to wait. Patiently, I crouch and silently wait for her. With eyes like an eagle, and hearing like a wolf I wait for my prey. She WILL be mine.

***



My shift just ended, and I've been walking home for the past fifteen minutes, but I feel weird. Like, I don't know what it is, but I am uneasy.

I continue walking, but I can swear I hear, like, an echo of my footsteps or something. Probably just my imagination. Ha ha.

***



I waited and waited, but finally she came out of the store. Now the fun begins. Heh heh.

I slowly followed her, making sure to stay back a little so I could hide within the shadows. I follow her for about fifteen minutes or so before I start. I call out her name in a gruffy, but soft whisper.

"Aurora..."

She stops for a few moments bit then continues walking. Then I repeat it a little louder.

"Aurora..."

She stops dead in her tracks. Frozen. Unable to move. So scared. I can hear her trying to catch her breath. Fear coursing through her veins. I know I need to get her before she takes off sprinting, so I grab her with my freakishly long arm and pull her into me.

"Gotcha. You're mine now, pretty little Aurora." I whisper harshly in her ear.

I cover her mouth as she tries to gasp and drag her away. We come to a huge tree nearby. There is a tunnel underneath that I drag her through. When we are there I chain her up and get to work. Avidly, I inflict all the wounds that I did to myself to her face. Letting my energy into her bloodstream.

Exhaustingly, she faints and, I toss her into a windowless metal room. When she comes to I slap her across the face, scratching her deeply with my thick, rugged claws. I leave my prize locked up until I decide it's time for her to shine.