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it'd been a minute since he'd gone out in search of one of those pretty cliche university parties. his husband would have never approved of his roving, anyway. but it was a full moon and this monster craved for blood.

without anyone holding him back, he was completely unleashed and unbothered. he rarely had any care in the world for anyone - not even himself - and that quality about him was going to show very, very shortly. first, he just needed to figure out where he was going.

it wasn't too difficult to trail after a small group of giggling girls as they giddily walked towards where he assumed the party was being thrown. he was close enough to smell the skunk-ish scent of weed wafting through the cool night air, as well as the steady bass of loud music, but not close enough that he could see anything. he was at least lucky that he had his naive and unknowing guides in front of him.

it was a funny sight to behold:

these girls could barely walk in their three and four inch heels. he easily noticed their trembling legs or the way that they could barely walk straight. if he had gotten any closer, he probably could've seen where those strappy things were digging into the skin of their feet.

a little scoff came from the young man as he shifted his gaze elsewhere, keenly aware of how he'd look if he followed too closely.

instead, each of his steps was measured, calculated to not make him look like some kind of fiendish stalker.

all of that was abandoned once they'd arrived at the frat house - that was when he completely left the girls altogether and allowed himself to blend into the crowd of college kids.

these places were perfect for him. he may not have been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he could form himself to fit any setting that was necessary. it was something he'd been able to do since he was a child.

it was a good and necessary talent when you were a monster and other people, your prey.