Fiction: Renwald by A.L. Mabry
An icy wind blew through the alley scattering trash and debris as Renwald admired his latest snack. He couldn’t call her a meal, as petite as she was, but he was satisfied all the same. He ran his callous fingertips across one deceptive breast and wondered again at this modern world, a woman need not be well endowed when she can simply put on this liquid filled get up.
He leaned into her one last time, breathing in the lingering sweetness of jasmine and ylang yang. Almost as a reflex, his tongue slid across her velvety skin to hunt for the divine essence he had already consumed.
Delilah snorted her disdain as she took in the short blond hair, the watery blue eyes with the blankness of death. The girl’s pert, rosy mouth was set in a permanent “o” of surprise. What attracted Renwald to these disgusting street walkers was beyond her understanding.
“Really, Ren? Another little blond, are you trying to incite a manhunt? A vampire with the MO of a serial killer…how cliché could you be?”
“I could switch to red heads.” He hissed at her.
She patted nervously at her auburn locks before turning her fiery amber eyes back to him. “Maybe Daddy needs to put you on a tighter leash.” She hissed, her voice heavy with false bravado. She glanced nervously down the alley towards where the limo hummed, it’s sleek ebony form barely discernible in the deep darkness.
She wondered, not for the first time, when exactly the tables had turned making her Ren’s keeper. Gone were the days of him waiting on her perfectly manicured hand and foot, as it seemed she spent all her time making sure he didn’t step out of line. Daddy promised in time she would reap the reward of this distasteful task but her patience, and her courage, wore thin.
He turned briskly and made his way down the alley towards the awaiting limo. The luxury of the vehicle was lost on him as all he saw was one prison leading him back to another. He could hear her prancing behind and vowed he would find an escape—for himself and Sydney—from Delilah and her demented daddy. Desperation had given him authority, now all he needed was a plan.
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