Sunset at the Parthenon

[Delia Albusel]

The sun was just setting. Delia stood in the ruins of Parthenon and watched. Her hair blew in the wind. By now, the people of this town were in bed. Most of them at least. This made it easy for her to control herself. The air smelled clean despite the city below. She enjoyed the separation from society. What point was there to surround yourself by people you wanted to hurt? Delia sighed. It wouldn't stop. She had to figure out how to make herself stop that didn't include suicide.

"One, two, three..." Delia began to count. The sun was halfway down. She didn't want to think of anything but that sunset. Maybe one day she would be able to look at that sunset with someone. The thought made Delia laugh. She would never be able to spend her life with anyone. Damn, she lost count. Her head shook, sending her blonde hair rampant in the wind. She started over. Her hand touched the column beside her. It was cool, but not as cold as her own touch. She retracted and clenched her hand into a small fist.

Lower and lower the sun went. Delia turned her gaze to the mountains and the city. It was so serene here. So calm. It would be a shame to have to hurt anyone here. She knew it would happen though. It always did. The need for blood would overwhelm and torment her until she seduced the first person she found into coming with her for a "bit of fun." It was disturbing how a virgin could learn the skill of seduction so well. Since men were targets she aimed for, it was a good skill to have.

"Thirty-two, thirty-three..." She hadn't lost count this time. She only spoke louder to drive the thoughts away again. She looked back at the sun. It was almost completely hidden by the mountain tops. It was so beautiful, yet so sad at the same time.

The male sat against a rock, legs spread out before him and silence forth coming from his lips. He said nothing, nor did nothing. Simply sat alone against this rock staring out at the sun setting. He lifted his arm and tapped the metallic claws extended from them against the ground, then used them to knock a pebble away from his feet. He growled softly, the sound deep and reverberating inside his metallic suit before escaping making it a deep, unnatural sound. He stood up and stepped from behind the rock and kicked the corpse of the young girl away down the hill, watching it tumble blood staining the ground as it went. He walked over the road and resumed it heavy footed way, walking along as the falling sun glinted of his metallic suit.

Pausing the glanced around, large triangular ears moving with his head movements causing an "almost" sense of realism in them though they where fixed objects that couldn't move (unlike the 'claws" and Jaw of the suit that both moved). He glanced down and noticed somebody walking towards him, and he growled again, snapping his other claws out in to a ready position in case this person recognized or threatened himself.

[Delia Albusel]

"Fifty-seven, fifty-six..." Delia stopped. Metal mixed with dirt. She paused her counting to focus. The smell of blood was surely in the air, but there was more metal than normal. She looked around and saw a metal clad...dog? Delia cocked her head. She made her way down slowly to look closer at the contraption. It had to be a person. There was something familiar about it. Delia shrugged and made her way closer.

The smell of blood was close. Out of the corner of her eye, Delia spotted a corpse rolling to a dead stop at the bottom of the hill. She licked her lips. There was still blood inside of the body. This was wonderful! No need to attack anyone. It's like she was handed a gift! Delia walked down further. She wanted the blood from that body before it could spill out any more.

Delia was unaware how close she was to the metallic dog. She cared for nothing else but to drink to her hearts content. Her heart raced. Her mouth watered. She had to have it. She made a quick dash from where she was standing to the corpse. Fangs exposed, Delia plunged into the neck of the corpse. There was still plenty of blood. Still warm too. The thought had just occurred to her. Did the metal dog kill this girl? Delia emptied the body rather quickly. Her mouth was covered in the fresh blood.

With her belly now satisfied, Delia stood. She wasn't covered in blood, but still adorned a bit on her pants. She looked up to the metal dog. "I'm sorry for taking your prey. I assumed you were done with it." Her voice was soft, but honest. She had no reason to be upset with a man or beast that murdered a person. Hell, she should thank him for the meal!