Snippet #11139

Marseuves quietly followed the woman through the alleyways, being careful to not alert her to his presence. Then the woman suddenly took a hard right turn, exiting the quiet alley and into a public street. Marseuves bolted forward and cursed when he saw several police cruisers on the street.

They must have realized I was gone.

Marseuves retreated into the alley. He could feel his blood boiling. His prey got away! He hurled the glass shard against a wall and watched as it exploded into hundreds of fragments. What infuriated him most was that he remembered her from somewhere. Somewhere from his past. He remembered her face, and seeing it frequently. The answer was there, but he couldn't remember. Not yet.

He stood there boiling, but then he suddenly felt a calm peace settle over himself as a thought entered his head.

I'm free again. I can hunt her later. She can't be that hard to find.

It still puzzled him who she was, though. He was starting to remember her, but she was still a mystery. He scanned the alleyway and saw a fire escape. Marseuves jumped and pulled himself up onto the ladder. As he began to climb, a small, almost serene smile came onto his face.

Yes, I can always hunt later.