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Brian looked at the dashboard clock, irritated that only three minutes had passed since he had last checked it.
He groaned a bit to himself and eased back in his seat, allowing his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel a bit of respite.
It was already getting dark even though it was barely seven-thirty. The inside of his car was stuffy and hot. Of course, he could have opened a window, but that would ruin everything. Once he rolled them down and finally got what he came for, there wouldn't be time to roll them back up. As many times as he cursed himself for not buying the newer, fancier cars with the electric windows it didn't really matter: They were both too slow when it all came down to it.
He shifted in his seat and pulled his cigarettes and lighter from on top of the dashboard. Lighting one, he mused about how suspicious it would look with a car parked beside the playground full of smoke.
No pothead this time, officer. He thought to himself and almost laughed out loud.
In all of the years that he had been doing this, the police never once looked his way.
And why should they?
He was average if not fairly good-looking, dark hair and dark eyed. He dressed casually, but cleanly. Hell! Even his fingernails were neatly parred and absent of dirt! He was a homeowner, a white collar worker, wholesome and American as apple pie and sparklers on the 4th of July. He didn't even have so much as a littering ticket to mar his name. Only a poor taste in automobiles and he highly doubted that that was enough to be arrested for.
Brian took one last drag off of his cigarette and was about to call it a disappointing night when she caught his eye.
He turned fully in his seat to see her clearly. God, she was beautiful!
She was walking through the darkened playground in a thin little sun-dress suited for the warm weather. Her long strawberry-blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, long lovely curls falling down her back. She was small, thin and quite frail looking, her peaches 'n cream complexion not even touched by any blemish that Brian could see from this distance.
She was no older than ten and no younger than six, his favorite age group.
His penis stiffened uncomfortably in his tight jeans and by that alone, he knew that he had to have her.
Brian looked around as the young beauty sat on a swing. There was no adult in sight.
He wondered why in the hours that he had been sitting in his car, watching the children and their adult guardians had he not seen her earlier. Then again, the playground was much larger than the area where he waited Perhaps after all of the other children had given up the sand and toys for home had she emerged to have her turn on the swings.
There was also the possibility that she has decided to defy her parents in that great way that children pretended to run away from home forever.
Then again, perhaps she just stayed late.
She didn't exactly seem to be waiting for an adult to take her home. He didn't think that anyone would just let their little girl wander around outside in the dark. Then again, the parents these days seemed to care little for their children—their legacy, their flesh and blood. It wouldn't surprise him if she did this every night and walked home alone when it got too late. As much the thought was shameful on their part, he had to thank them. They made his life so much easier.
He found himself briefly torn between waiting around to see if her neglectful parents would appear to collect her or just going ahead with his plans.
He chose the latter, crushing out his cigarette in the ashtray. Now or never. His favorite saying and words that he lived by.
Brian emerged from his car slowly, not wanting to alert the girl. Not yet, anyway.
The girl paid him no attention, not even to the sound of his car door slamming shut.
He slowly walked up to where she was idly swinging. The closer he got to her, the lovelier he found her. He had to use all of his will to contain himself.
Only a few feet away from her, he said in his friendliest voice, “Hey, there.”
She turned in his direction, looking up at him, large bright blue eyes full of the youthful innocence that he desired. “Hi.” She said, smiling. She was young alright. He could tell by the uneven high-pitch of her voice.
Brian squatted next to her, making sure that his body language showed nothing but genalitiy and trustworthiness. “Waiting for your mommy?”
She grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
Brian gave up a comical smirk and shrugged slightly. “She can't make it to pick you up.”
The little girl's smile faded abruptly and she looked worried if not fearful. “Is Mommy okay?”
He allowed his face to appear cheerful. This part of the game always excited him. “She's fine. Her car just broke down.”
She looked relieved.
Brian eyed her and opened his mouth to use the most common phrase used in his perversion. No matter how many times the parents warned their children about his kind, they always feel for the same things. The word “Mommy” changed everything for them. It always did. It made them feel safe and made it so much more easier to lure them. “She sent me to pick you up.”
Her face lit up. “She did?”
He nodded this time. “Ready to go home and see your mommy?”
Again, that spirited nod that was a trademark of delighted children all over the world.
Brian stood and held out his left hand to her. She slid out of the swing, letting it dance madly in her departure, and took his hand, grinning up at him.
He walked her to his car with still no adult in sight, taking great care to make sure that she was securely buckled in the passenger seat and locking her door.
Brian slid behind the wheel and—with another warm smile—started up the car and got on the road.
He drove away from the playground slightly beneath the speed limit. He was too skilled and cautious to mess up now and drawn unwanted lawful attention to himself. Especially not now with this little girl in his car.
He rounded a corner, now at least seven blocks away from from the playground when the girl noticed that something was wrong.
“You went the wrong way.” she declared, trying to peak above the dashboard.
He kept his eyes on the road. “No. I didn't.”
She eyed him, quizzically for a moment, but kept silent.
Two more corners and eleven more blocks later, she became panicked.
“We're going the wrong way!”
The look he gave her made her cower in her seat. At that moment, it dawned on her.
“You don't know my Mommy.”
He gave her a dark look. “No, I don't.” And grinned, viciously.
She started to scream then, thrashing her arms and legs, uselessly. “I want my Mommy! I want my Mommy! I want my--!”
He lashed out with one hand and backhanded her hard, cutting off her cry and knocking her head against the door.
He hated it when they screamed before they wanted them to. He wanted all of that horror and power saved for later when he gave them something that would really frighten them.
Brian glanced over at her. She hadn't moved from where she landed, but she wasn't unconscious. Her eyes, full of tears, were on him, frightened. Her right cheek was reddening from where he hit her.
Eyes back in front, he quipped. “Look at what you made me do. I ruined your pretty face.”
She only stared. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Don't scream again or I will really hurt you and your Mommy.” His tone was as cruel as the sideways look he gave. “Understand?”
Staring again.
“Fucking nod and let he know you understand!” he roared.
She nodded then, slowly.
He smiled. “Good. Almost home, sweetie pie.”

He pulled into his garage, making sure that the garage door wall full closed before pulling the little girl out of his car.
She remembered his warning and did not scream, nor did she fight him. She was being a very obedient child. He adored that and it made him even more urgent to have her.
He took her straight down to the small bedroom that he had set up in his basement and sat her down on the bed. She made move to run, even when he turned his back on her to fetch his camcorder and set it up on the tripod.
He turned it on and adjusted the camera so it would not miss a single thing. This would be a moment that he would treasure forever and he wanted to be able to relive each detail through the tape.
Brian looked at her through the lens. “Take off your pretty little dress.”
She looked up at his, trembling and still silently crying.
“Do it now!” he yelled. “I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?” He could to. That wasn't exactly out of his nature. Picking them up alive was always much harder than dropping them back off alive. Some behaved and we're let go. Scarred, but alive. The ones that disobeyed him remained quiet foreverand dumped in the more desolate areas.
She stood up, slowly, eyes still on him as if there was no camera between them. She pulled the dress over her head, clumsily, and tossed it aside on the floor.
“Good.” he exhaled. “Now, show me our body.”
She did as she was told, standing lithe and pale in her pink under ware.
He leered at her from behind the camera. “Good girl.”
He walked away from the camera. “Sit”
She did. He moved to take his place next to her but froze.
Here eyes were different. He didn't know how or why, but they were. Much less child-like. Alien in the way that he had never seen a child stare at him quite like that.
He shrugged if off, chalking it up to the lighting in the room.
Brian sat next to her, trying not to appear unnerved by her eyes.
He ran his hand along her body, noticing how cool her skin was. “You're so cold! I'll keep you warm. Would you like that?”
She needed no further coaching. She nodded, distantly.
He was used to that. Children were more resilient than people thought. Detaching themselves in the face of trauma was almost instinct to them.
Brian leaned towards her and kissed her soft pink lips, letting his tongue slide a little into her mouth. Her breath tasted of hard cherry candy... and something else. Something familiar that he just could not place.
His erection—now bulging painfully against the stiff material of his pants—urged him to go on and he obeyed, pulling away from the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her and was more than pleased when she followed suit, her thin arms tightly wound around his neck.
He tilted his head down to kiss her again when he saw that there was definitely something different about her eyes.
The childish innocence was completely gone now, replaced by a hungry, predatory glare.
Brian cried out in surprise and tried to pull away but she held him in a grip impossible for such a small child—or any man for that matter—to possess.
He struggled harder, but her grip never faltered,
She grinned up at him, teeth white and sharp. Cruel. Monstrous.
Brian continued to to fight against her as she pulled him closer to her mouth.
Searing pain flashed through his body as she pierced him and devoured him.
Sinking into her arms as she reached the end of her nourishment, Brian finally realized what the taste in her mouth was: Blood.

Kirk smoked a cigarette and waited impatiently in his car outside of the playground.
Today was like a bad fishing trip: All of the bait money could buy and nothing but empty waters.
“Fuck!” he muttered, slamming his fist down on the cushion of the passenger's seat.
He gave up then, frustrated, and was about to turn the key in the ignition when he saw her: A cute strawberry-blond girl, pale, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a yellow sun-dress. Delicious!
She sat idly on a swing, looking at her shoes.
Kirk looked around. It was already dark out but there was no adult in sight.
He wondered what she was doing out here at this time of night alone.
Perhaps she stayed late...

© 11-11-04

Description
Brian looked at the dashboard clock, irritated that only three minutes had passed since he had last checked it.
He groaned a bit to himself and eased back in his seat, allowing his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel a bit of respite.
It was already getting dark even though it was barely seven-thirty. The inside of his car was stuffy and hot. Of course, he could have opened a window, but that would ruin everything. Once he rolled them down and finally got what he came for, there wouldn't be time to roll them back up. As many times as he cursed himself for not buying the newer, fancier cars with the electric windows it didn't really matter: They were both too slow when it all came down to it.
He shifted in his seat and pulled his cigarettes and lighter from on top of the dashboard. Lighting one, he mused about how suspicious it would look with a car parked beside the playground full of smoke.
No pothead this time, officer. He thought to himself and almost laughed out loud.
In all of the years that he had been doing this, the police never once looked his way.
And why should they?
He was average if not fairly good-looking, dark hair and dark eyed. He dressed casually, but cleanly. Hell! Even his fingernails were neatly parred and absent of dirt! He was a homeowner, a white collar worker, wholesome and American as apple pie and sparklers on the 4th of July. He didn't even have so much as a littering ticket to mar his name. Only a poor taste in automobiles and he highly doubted that that was enough to be arrested for.
Brian took one last drag off of his cigarette and was about to call it a disappointing night when she caught his eye.
He turned fully in his seat to see her clearly. God, she was beautiful!
She was walking through the darkened playground in a thin little sun-dress suited for the warm weather. Her long strawberry-blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, long lovely curls falling down her back. She was small, thin and quite frail looking, her peaches 'n cream complexion not even touched by any blemish that Brian could see from this distance.
She was no older than ten and no younger than six, his favorite age group.
His penis stiffened uncomfortably in his tight jeans and by that alone, he knew that he had to have her.
Brian looked around as the young beauty sat on a swing. There was no adult in sight.
He wondered why in the hours that he had been sitting in his car, watching the children and their adult guardians had he not seen her earlier. Then again, the playground was much larger than the area where he waited Perhaps after all of the other children had given up the sand and toys for home had she emerged to have her turn on the swings.
There was also the possibility that she has decided to defy her parents in that great way that children pretended to run away from home forever.
Then again, perhaps she just stayed late.
She didn't exactly seem to be waiting for an adult to take her home. He didn't think that anyone would just let their little girl wander around outside in the dark. Then again, the parents these days seemed to care little for their children—their legacy, their flesh and blood. It wouldn't surprise him if she did this every night and walked home alone when it got too late. As much the thought was shameful on their part, he had to thank them. They made his life so much easier.
He found himself briefly torn between waiting around to see if her neglectful parents would appear to collect her or just going ahead with his plans.
He chose the latter, crushing out his cigarette in the ashtray. Now or never. His favorite saying and words that he lived by.
Brian emerged from his car slowly, not wanting to alert the girl. Not yet, anyway.
The girl paid him no attention, not even to the sound of his car door slamming shut.
He slowly walked up to where she was idly swinging. The closer he got to her, the lovelier he found her. He had to use all of his will to contain himself.
Only a few feet away from her, he said in his friendliest voice, “Hey, there.”
She turned in his direction, looking up at him, large bright blue eyes full of the youthful innocence that he desired. “Hi.” She said, smiling. She was young alright. He could tell by the uneven high-pitch of her voice.
Brian squatted next to her, making sure that his body language showed nothing but genalitiy and trustworthiness. “Waiting for your mommy?”
She grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
Brian gave up a comical smirk and shrugged slightly. “She can't make it to pick you up.”
The little girl's smile faded abruptly and she looked worried if not fearful. “Is Mommy okay?”
He allowed his face to appear cheerful. This part of the game always excited him. “She's fine. Her car just broke down.”
She looked relieved.
Brian eyed her and opened his mouth to use the most common phrase used in his perversion. No matter how many times the parents warned their children about his kind, they always feel for the same things. The word “Mommy” changed everything for them. It always did. It made them feel safe and made it so much more easier to lure them. “She sent me to pick you up.”
Her face lit up. “She did?”
He nodded this time. “Ready to go home and see your mommy?”
Again, that spirited nod that was a trademark of delighted children all over the world.
Brian stood and held out his left hand to her. She slid out of the swing, letting it dance madly in her departure, and took his hand, grinning up at him.
He walked her to his car with still no adult in sight, taking great care to make sure that she was securely buckled in the passenger seat and locking her door.
Brian slid behind the wheel and—with another warm smile—started up the car and got on the road.
He drove away from the playground slightly beneath the speed limit. He was too skilled and cautious to mess up now and drawn unwanted lawful attention to himself. Especially not now with this little girl in his car.
He rounded a corner, now at least seven blocks away from from the playground when the girl noticed that something was wrong.
“You went the wrong way.” she declared, trying to peak above the dashboard.
He kept his eyes on the road. “No. I didn't.”
She eyed him, quizzically for a moment, but kept silent.
Two more corners and eleven more blocks later, she became panicked.
“We're going the wrong way!”
The look he gave her made her cower in her seat. At that moment, it dawned on her.
“You don't know my Mommy.”
He gave her a dark look. “No, I don't.” And grinned, viciously.
She started to scream then, thrashing her arms and legs, uselessly. “I want my Mommy! I want my Mommy! I want my--!”
He lashed out with one hand and backhanded her hard, cutting off her cry and knocking her head against the door.
He hated it when they screamed before they wanted them to. He wanted all of that horror and power saved for later when he gave them something that would really frighten them.
Brian glanced over at her. She hadn't moved from where she landed, but she wasn't unconscious. Her eyes, full of tears, were on him, frightened. Her right cheek was reddening from where he hit her.
Eyes back in front, he quipped. “Look at what you made me do. I ruined your pretty face.”
She only stared. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Don't scream again or I will really hurt you and your Mommy.” His tone was as cruel as the sideways look he gave. “Understand?”
Staring again.
“Fucking nod and let he know you understand!” he roared.
She nodded then, slowly.
He smiled. “Good. Almost home, sweetie pie.”

He pulled into his garage, making sure that the garage door wall full closed before pulling the little girl out of his car.
She remembered his warning and did not scream, nor did she fight him. She was being a very obedient child. He adored that and it made him even more urgent to have her.
He took her straight down to the small bedroom that he had set up in his basement and sat her down on the bed. She made move to run, even when he turned his back on her to fetch his camcorder and set it up on the tripod.
He turned it on and adjusted the camera so it would not miss a single thing. This would be a moment that he would treasure forever and he wanted to be able to relive each detail through the tape.
Brian looked at her through the lens. “Take off your pretty little dress.”
She looked up at his, trembling and still silently crying.
“Do it now!” he yelled. “I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?” He could to. That wasn't exactly out of his nature. Picking them up alive was always much harder than dropping them back off alive. Some behaved and we're let go. Scarred, but alive. The ones that disobeyed him remained quiet foreverand dumped in the more desolate areas.
She stood up, slowly, eyes still on him as if there was no camera between them. She pulled the dress over her head, clumsily, and tossed it aside on the floor.
“Good.” he exhaled. “Now, show me our body.”
She did as she was told, standing lithe and pale in her pink under ware.
He leered at her from behind the camera. “Good girl.”
He walked away from the camera. “Sit”
She did. He moved to take his place next to her but froze.
Here eyes were different. He didn't know how or why, but they were. Much less child-like. Alien in the way that he had never seen a child stare at him quite like that.
He shrugged if off, chalking it up to the lighting in the room.
Brian sat next to her, trying not to appear unnerved by her eyes.
He ran his hand along her body, noticing how cool her skin was. “You're so cold! I'll keep you warm. Would you like that?”
She needed no further coaching. She nodded, distantly.
He was used to that. Children were more resilient than people thought. Detaching themselves in the face of trauma was almost instinct to them.
Brian leaned towards her and kissed her soft pink lips, letting his tongue slide a little into her mouth. Her breath tasted of hard cherry candy... and something else. Something familiar that he just could not place.
His erection—now bulging painfully against the stiff material of his pants—urged him to go on and he obeyed, pulling away from the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her and was more than pleased when she followed suit, her thin arms tightly wound around his neck.
He tilted his head down to kiss her again when he saw that there was definitely something different about her eyes.
The childish innocence was completely gone now, replaced by a hungry, predatory glare.
Brian cried out in surprise and tried to pull away but she held him in a grip impossible for such a small child—or any man for that matter—to possess.
He struggled harder, but her grip never faltered,
She grinned up at him, teeth white and sharp. Cruel. Monstrous.
Brian continued to to fight against her as she pulled him closer to her mouth.
Searing pain flashed through his body as she pierced him and devoured him.
Sinking into her arms as she reached the end of her nourishment, Brian finally realized what the taste in her mouth was: Blood.

Kirk smoked a cigarette and waited impatiently in his car outside of the playground.
Today was like a bad fishing trip: All of the bait money could buy and nothing but empty waters.
“Fuck!” he muttered, slamming his fist down on the cushion of the passenger's seat.
He gave up then, frustrated, and was about to turn the key in the ignition when he saw her: A cute strawberry-blond girl, pale, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a yellow sun-dress. Delicious!
She sat idly on a swing, looking at her shoes.
Kirk looked around. It was already dark out but there was no adult in sight.
He wondered what she was doing out here at this time of night alone.
Perhaps she stayed late...

© 11-11-04