He sat there in silence. The only light was the eerie glow of the television and the computer screen. And he watched and he waited.
One inch. He moved one inch closer to the girl. The past hour and only an inch. But, he was patient and silent. She yawned, he moved. Sleep would come soon and his time would come. And a bit of time was all he needed.
He slivered down the his string, an unseen yet solid rope. His legs touched the strings - it quivered slightly. The girl rose, closing the laptop, sending it to sleep. He dropped to the floor, letting go of it as she walked to her bed. Tiredly, she crawled into the cold bed and set her television to go off in thirty minutes. The lullaby of commercials and reruns lured her to sleep as he, the patient hunter, crawled across the floor, unseen and unheard.
He climbed onto the bed, his eight legs easily grasping hold of the vertical surface. Effortless really, much like the kill would be. One simple bite, one kiss on the cheek and the deed would be done.
He reached the top of the bed, the surface a hilly terrain from the body that laid beneath. As he crawled, the surface shifted as the girl turned, and he fell. Luckily the girl did not roll over completely, for if she had, he would have been squished. He needed to be more careful. Only a few more feet away.
A minute later, he stood in the nape of the girl's neck. Her blonde hair reminded him of his home; thin, long, entangled strangles of translucent matter. But this was not the time for such things, no; he had a task and a gift to deliver. His legs carried him to the girl's pale flesh and onto her cheek. She twitched but remained unturned. And then, with one fluid action, he bite into her cheek.
His fangs sunk into the cool flesh; but then something horrid happen. He could feel the poison enter his body; the sting and pain causing his feet to curl. He retracted his fangs and made it to the edge of the pillow before his legs stopped working. No, they didn't just stop working, they broke and melted away. The poison and its effects had taken his legs and was working its way up. A second later, the silent hunter was but a distant thought, an idle past threat. The girl's cheek showed no mark and the only evidence of his existence was a single unseen, yet solid spider silk.
One inch. He moved one inch closer to the girl. The past hour and only an inch. But, he was patient and silent. She yawned, he moved. Sleep would come soon and his time would come. And a bit of time was all he needed.
He slivered down the his string, an unseen yet solid rope. His legs touched the strings - it quivered slightly. The girl rose, closing the laptop, sending it to sleep. He dropped to the floor, letting go of it as she walked to her bed. Tiredly, she crawled into the cold bed and set her television to go off in thirty minutes. The lullaby of commercials and reruns lured her to sleep as he, the patient hunter, crawled across the floor, unseen and unheard.
He climbed onto the bed, his eight legs easily grasping hold of the vertical surface. Effortless really, much like the kill would be. One simple bite, one kiss on the cheek and the deed would be done.
He reached the top of the bed, the surface a hilly terrain from the body that laid beneath. As he crawled, the surface shifted as the girl turned, and he fell. Luckily the girl did not roll over completely, for if she had, he would have been squished. He needed to be more careful. Only a few more feet away.
A minute later, he stood in the nape of the girl's neck. Her blonde hair reminded him of his home; thin, long, entangled strangles of translucent matter. But this was not the time for such things, no; he had a task and a gift to deliver. His legs carried him to the girl's pale flesh and onto her cheek. She twitched but remained unturned. And then, with one fluid action, he bite into her cheek.
His fangs sunk into the cool flesh; but then something horrid happen. He could feel the poison enter his body; the sting and pain causing his feet to curl. He retracted his fangs and made it to the edge of the pillow before his legs stopped working. No, they didn't just stop working, they broke and melted away. The poison and its effects had taken his legs and was working its way up. A second later, the silent hunter was but a distant thought, an idle past threat. The girl's cheek showed no mark and the only evidence of his existence was a single unseen, yet solid spider silk.
