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ERIDAN 15Fangs And HoneyIvana DelačShort storyShe runs through the night, following her prey into the dark woods. Swift and quick, herfeet move across grass and fallen leaves, and although branches occasionally whip herface and hands, she doesn’t care. The only thing important is the prey, the hunt – and sheisn’t so easily wounded anyway.The girl that is now desperately trying to escape most certainly didn’t expect that aromantic night in the woods would become a long run for survival. She probably evenhoped her boyfriend would finally fuck her anywhere else but in his car, and with theblanket he prepared, he probably would – if Helen didn’t interfere. Seeing a dangerouswoman kill her boyfriend as mercilessly as Helen usually did, the girl could do nothingelse but scream and run.And since Helen is not starving at the moment, she allows the girl this final illusion of apossibility of escape. The girl has no way of knowing Helen is merely toying with herlike a cat plays with a mouse before finally eating it. She has no way of knowing herpersecutor adjusts her speed so she could feel her right behind, so close and yet notclose enough to finally catch her. But as soon as Helen gets bored of the game, the huntwill end in a moment and the young girl will fall prey to a predator whose place on thescale of evolution lies far higher than her own.Deciding the time was now, Helen quickens a bit, enough to catch the scared girl ona small clearing, where moonlight illuminates them both when Helen’s hands grab thegirl’s shoulders. She screams and turns, flailing her hands over Helen’s chest in a futileattempt to defend herself – but Helen’s grip is steel strong and her gaze, glistening withpromising illusions even in the darkness broken by moonlight, pierces the girl’s horrifiedeyes, reaching deep into her soul, soothing and calming, numbing her prey into comfort.The girl’s mouth go slack and scream dies on her lips as she drowns in two obsidian poolsstaring at her. She will welcome her fate, Helen knows, they all do… which makes it allso much more boring and uneventful. Sometimes she desires for a human who would beable to resist her, fight her to the end, but in all her long existence, she hasn’t found suchman or woman. And that’s why she so often gives her victims a head start, so she couldpretend, even for the briefest of moments, that she is not absolutely superior.Blood always tastes differently when filled with adrenaline.She bares her fangs, leaning to the girl’s neck without breaking eye contact… and then,her ears catch a growling sound coming from the other side of the clearing. She glancesbriefly, and there is no mistake – it is there, its eyes glowing silver, its sharp teeth baredthreateningly and fur the unusual colour of honey, bristly on its neck and back.Helen reprimands herself inwardly for not being more careful – she allowed her desire60