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Moonlight softly lit the alley.
A slight breeze cooled her stripped body, but it was the icy breath on the back of her neck that made her lips quiver and her legs all but give out.
Her body was quite motionless for him, yet, he could not pass on such a... beautiful opportunity.  The sight of her itself was nearly enough to satiate his lust, yet he would get all he could, which would soon be all.
'Enough of this gazing, this looking' he thought.  What a poor unfortunate soul this was.
His vice-like grip around her throat loosened slightly creating a whimper from the girl.
"Dont tease..." purred the low raspy voice.
He moved his free hand to cover her mouth and hastily tilted her head away, revealing her soft and tender neck.  A befitting playground.
Her throat was soon left bare as his hand snaked down across her ripped blouse.  He groped her chest as he licked her neck.  Again she whimpered and following suit he purred.  His hand resumed its path downward past her stomach.
She cried and and clenched her eyes shut, but she couldn't fight, couldn't move.  Terror ruled her mind, as her immobile body was victim.
"Oh you little thing, I am not going to rape you..." he casually cackled as his hand slid down her hip, "I'm going to kill you."
He leaned his head back and sighed heavily as the girls eyes opened and grew wide with terror as his wandering hand found a place on her stomach.
The moonlight found no charming blue orbs as before.  They were now narrow and filled with a dark red fury.  The moon saw hell in these eyes.
His movement swift and precise, his teeth lunged downward.
'Sweet' was his first thought.  Pain was all she felt now.  Her body twitched but it was no pointless struggle.  She felt no terror, sadness, or anger.  There was only pain.
Moments later a silent moan resonated through her being, her eyes clenched tight, and her soul seeped through her now open wound.
The taste of her blood was delicious, and his thirst only grew stronger.  His head thrashed, yet quickly continued its civility.
Her body writhed as it was drained of essence.  Second by second her eyes grew weary from their hold.  Now, energy gone, she stopped.  Stopped breathing.  Stopped moving.  Her body went limp as her eyes caught the last hint of light she would ever see right before they glazed over.  The moon was beautiful this night, for her sake.
Now finished with his meal, he let the lifeless corpse slump to the ground.  He took a white hankerchief from his vest pocket and wiped his mouth.
"My dear..." he said, "it's been a blast."
He wiped the corners of his mouth one last time and threw the now red rag on her body.
He blinked once, and back to blue his eyes went.  He smiled as he looked at what he had done.
He casually sauntered off with a new already devious thought in mind... 'I wonder if she has a sister..."

Description
Moonlight softly lit the alley.
A slight breeze cooled her stripped body, but it was the icy breath on the back of her neck that made her lips quiver and her legs all but give out.
Her body was quite motionless for him, yet, he could not pass on such a... beautiful opportunity.  The sight of her itself was nearly enough to satiate his lust, yet he would get all he could, which would soon be all.
'Enough of this gazing, this looking' he thought.  What a poor unfortunate soul this was.
His vice-like grip around her throat loosened slightly creating a whimper from the girl.
"Dont tease..." purred the low raspy voice.
He moved his free hand to cover her mouth and hastily tilted her head away, revealing her soft and tender neck.  A befitting playground.
Her throat was soon left bare as his hand snaked down across her ripped blouse.  He groped her chest as he licked her neck.  Again she whimpered and following suit he purred.  His hand resumed its path downward past her stomach.
She cried and and clenched her eyes shut, but she couldn't fight, couldn't move.  Terror ruled her mind, as her immobile body was victim.
"Oh you little thing, I am not going to rape you..." he casually cackled as his hand slid down her hip, "I'm going to kill you."
He leaned his head back and sighed heavily as the girls eyes opened and grew wide with terror as his wandering hand found a place on her stomach.
The moonlight found no charming blue orbs as before.  They were now narrow and filled with a dark red fury.  The moon saw hell in these eyes.
His movement swift and precise, his teeth lunged downward.
'Sweet' was his first thought.  Pain was all she felt now.  Her body twitched but it was no pointless struggle.  She felt no terror, sadness, or anger.  There was only pain.
Moments later a silent moan resonated through her being, her eyes clenched tight, and her soul seeped through her now open wound.
The taste of her blood was delicious, and his thirst only grew stronger.  His head thrashed, yet quickly continued its civility.
Her body writhed as it was drained of essence.  Second by second her eyes grew weary from their hold.  Now, energy gone, she stopped.  Stopped breathing.  Stopped moving.  Her body went limp as her eyes caught the last hint of light she would ever see right before they glazed over.  The moon was beautiful this night, for her sake.
Now finished with his meal, he let the lifeless corpse slump to the ground.  He took a white hankerchief from his vest pocket and wiped his mouth.
"My dear..." he said, "it's been a blast."
He wiped the corners of his mouth one last time and threw the now red rag on her body.
He blinked once, and back to blue his eyes went.  He smiled as he looked at what he had done.
He casually sauntered off with a new already devious thought in mind... 'I wonder if she has a sister..."