Hungry

Written by Anakin McFly

The hunger needed to be fed.

He stalked in the darkness of the room with carefully weighted steps, each foot coming down in deadly approach. His eyes gleamed as he searched in the dark for his prey.

He paused, and he listened, and he watched.

He heard slow breathing in the dark and saw the outline of a chest rising and falling in sleep. Oblivious to his presence. Unawares, unsuspecting.

He smiled. She didn't know he was here.

Thought you could hide, could you? he thought, padding slowly towards the bed. You can never hide. Not from me. I will always find you. You have something I want, and I will have it.

He stood before the bed.

Her face was calm, eyes shut in dreamlost slumber. Perhaps she heard him; for she stirred slightly and rolled over, but her eyes did not open. His own eyes roved the length of her body, catching on the stretches of exposed skin, lying open and vulnerable to him. Perfect.

He pounced.

Claire Bennet woke up with a scream and flicked on the light.

"Bad dog!" she yelled, grabbing Mr. Muggles and pulling him off her leg, as already the wound started to heal. "Bad dog!"

Mr. Muggles whined as she dumped him out the door with a glare and slammed it shut, ignoring him as he pawed at the door, desperate, futile, hungry.

His tail drooped. He padded back to his bed, and lay curled up, the hunger still pricking at his stomach. He hated this family. He just wanted to be fed.

Mr. Muggles narrowed his eyes and vowed revenge. One day they would pay, he decided.

One day.

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