Like a swarm we follow them, keeping ever close.
The people are fixed on their own petty problems.
They never suspect our pursuit.
Our heart is racing in twisted delight.
Our eyes fixed on our unknowing victim.
The only way to truly feel alive is to take the lives of others.
We love our victims, each and every one.
We worship them.
They made us feel alive.
A bright, colourful moment in our dull and useless lives.
We have no meaning or purpose.
All we have in the thrill of the hunt.
But there are rules.
Only the ones with the necklace.
And only when the wear it.
And so we stalk and prey.
Waiting for that faithful day.
From the moment they buy to the moment they die.
We stay with them.
Watch their life.
Fall in love.
Waiting for that special moment we will share.
Longing to hold them.
To touch them.
To kill them.
The waiting makes the reward even sweeter.
We wake and we know.
They’re wearing the necklace.
They’re going out!
We must be there!
The lady they’re with is cute.
We hate her.
But she is of little consequence.
We just have to find our window.
The night is electric.
People buzzing about.
It’s so crowded in this bar it makes us feel sick.
But then they head outside.
And we gratefully follow.
Alone at last.
We could scream with joy.
But they would run.
Instead, we slide towards them.
And slip our fingers around their neck.
The warmth of their skin.
The smell of their hair.
We never want this moment to end.
But humans don’t last long we fear.
Their body slumps, the deed is done.
We place our beak reverently on their cheek.
A kiss goodbye.
Then take the amulet.
And head back to the shop
Head swimming with memories.