I have taken a rather sick delight in watching him this time, watching the facade he slips over his face as he speaks to her. It has only been a few months now that I have been watching him, but already I see what drives him. Do I know the cause of this madness? No, but I would love to learn of it, to find out what has him ticking like the time bomb he is. I want to know why he does his dance and song, what makes him want to play vampire to begin with. This one was white, which it seems he has a penchant for the lighter colored females, a revelation that had created a sick grin on my beautiful face. I have been stalking the woods, this time not following the white male on his day-to-day, but it would seem that I am bound to be in the same areas as the vampire today. I hear her first, her scream of shock and pain. This is what alerts me, and like any good neighbor would do, I make my way to check on things and to see if perhaps I could "deliver" her from her predicament. Imagine my shock when I saw the white male take a bite out of the white female, though honestly it was nothing new. I suppose I had simply imagined that he would not have taken her since he had...cozied up with her all night.

I have been distracted as of late, my original purpose for coming into this land of the odd having become a bit skewed. It is difficult to not be distracted by all of the stronger wolves in this area, hard to think of eliminating weaker wolves when the strong ones are so interesting. Besides, thanks to Mr. Vampire and those like him, I truly do not have to go about seeking the weak and dispatching them, these wolves do it enough for me already. Perhaps I will get a break from my deadly purpose for a while, maybe I can settle down and find a good man, make some pups. I grin sickly as the male rips at the female's jugular, and partially at my own little joke. I cannot birth another generation just yet, I want more before I do such a thing.

I lay in the leaf litter, watching from a few yards away as he makes short work of his little prize, watching the way he seems to light up, the bright blues of his eyes alight with a sick delight, and why shouldn't he be happy in this moment? He has been more than satisfied by the female, her blood now falls on his lips like a cross-dressers lipstick. It is finished by the time I lift my heavy feminine frame from the ground, turning to walk away as I always do, to continue about my day. This is when I catch the words he speaks. My white ear slides back and my eyes flash to his blood studded form, reflective irises making a perfect mirror of the scene before me, taking in the trees and the leaves and his body moving against them both, a white beam of light in this darkened world around him. It is not as shocking as I thought it would be, but then, I have not truly been hiding my presence from him, there is no need for such a thing. "I could hide forever, if I were hiding. How was she, vampire? Did she satisfy you the way the others do?" Asking of his well being was always fun, it made a farce that would be difficult to see through, though the dripping sarcasm in my tones suggests that I truly don't give a rat's ass.

I turn once more, moving toward him rather than away. Massive paws strike the earth, leaves loudly crunching beneath my weight and sticks breaking beneath my toes. No doubt the new scars I sport will give him a pause, unless he didn't pay that much attention to me before. Either way, I have come to ignore the intensifying tingle of my dead paw, and my chest was never really much of a bother. It did pull and sting, but the hole was mostly in the loose skin of my neck, thus the scab had been as well, and now the scar was all that marked the hole in my chest. There is a scar on my toes as well, and the skin is oddly puckered and bright pink, the toes a gnarled mass of flesh and bone and ligament, though almost all of the nerves are dead in the paw. Either way, I have come to ignore the fact that I technically have four paws but only three of them actually feel anything. I am thinking that I could perhaps challenge Kane, or maybe Isola - just for a change - once again this summer. I have my pretty eyes on Diveen, and I want that land, I will have it. But for now, I must focus on this handsome devil before me, on his reaction to my large frame, and his reaction to my mannerisms. You want to play, let us play.