Predator

A growl ripped from the woman, blood dripping from her mouth and red bits stuck to her teeth.

"Settle down, sweet." Elia cooed, beckoning at her with a soft smile. "You've fed, have you not?"

She received no response. Elia clicked her tongue in disappointment, a sound that caused a flinch in the woman before her. She had realized her mistake, scrambling to back away too late as her leg was caught by a delicate hand.

"Where." Elia slowly began, smile stretching wider to display a row of sharpened yellow teeth. "Do you think you are going?"