"Him. Kill that teen."

"Yes…"

She hunkers over, her legs preparing for a spring. She shifts into the shadows. Her body crushes against his as he is smashed into the wall behind them. She lets her lips press against his neck. Her teeth sink in and the fluid fills her mouth.

"Good girl. Next time…make it less…messy."

"Yes sir. That was good."

"Fresh prey is better then old."