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Just a paragraph i wrote randomly! It was for a story that never came into being..

The strong musty smell of the room was lined with the faint tangy smell of sex. He stood in the dark silently observing the bed; the soft continuous rhythm of deep-breathing sounding loud in his ears. He was completely hidden other then the slight gleam of his yellowish eyes, and even those were but slits that no one who looked fleetingly about the room could have noticed. Not that that was a threat at all, for the two hearts that beat in union 5-feet from him, beat in a smooth steady way as one does only when one is in a deep sleep.

He approached them slowly, and in doing so he stepped out of the dark and into the beam of light flowing through the window. For a few seconds his grotesque features were visible to the world. His mouth was slightly open in anticipation for what was to come. His eyes reflected neither guilt nor hesitation, only lust. His nose flared and his eyes became wider still as he walked towards his pray. Indeed if anyone saw him now they would be terrified at the lack of humanity in his eyes. It was as if he had never experienced any human emotions, for he looked at his victims as pieces of meat; rag dolls to be torn.

Unable to stand properly he hunched as he crept across the room towards his target, trailing a long series of mud-marks across the expensive silk rug adorning the floor. As he got closer and closer he could hear the two hearts beat clearly; one beating a millisecond after the other, and all he wanted to do was make them stop. Standing like a statue at one side of the bed he looked down at the woman and grinned, an eerie smile, and then slowly he raised his hand and lashed forward.