It had been a quiet night. Peaceful, even. Genevieve lazed on the surface of Lake Nimue, her tail glittering gold in the moonlight. She’d been practicing a trick for the last four hours before she had to take a break. The night before, quite by accident, she had managed to turn the thick humidity into a dense fog that surrounded her like an impenetrable cloud. She had been so proud, so excited to feel the energy flow through her body, like a rush of cold water.
It seemed as if tonight wasn’t going to grant her the same luck, so she chose to relax her tired mind and soak up the energy from the moon. The gentle waves lapped against her body, comforting her as her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep. She was almost under when the slightest vibration rippled against the water. Her eyes shot open, pupils narrowing into thin slits before she slipped underneath the dark water.
She shot through the darkness, darting around plants and hiding within the thick grasses at the edge of the lake. She remained frozen, her curls blending in with the thick grass as they waved along, a perfect camouflage. The space to her right shifted, prompting her to dart back a few feet. Her eyes, now glowing a deep yellow, take in frantic movement in front of her. Her body froze once more, every nerve ending feeling like a live wire, urging her to capture and kill. There was a brief shock of fear at the new, primal urge, but she had no time to analyze why it was happening.
She was a rush of gold and curl, rocketing through the water towards the thrashing body, colliding into it like a cannon ball busting through a brick wall. She had misjudged her speed, causing the tangle of the two of them to tumble out from the water and onto the ground. Strings of saliva dripped from her mouth, frenzied eyes darting around the stranger’s shirtless torso, searching for the answer to quell this incessant, burning need. The stranger writhed underneath her, strangled screams turning into gargled moans as she digs her sharp claws into the center of his chest. A deep crack ricochets through the still night air as she breaks open the stranger’s rib cage. She looks down, saliva dripping into the open chest cavity below her. A growl rumbled through her chest before she dove in, face first, moaning at the warmth on her cheeks, mouth, and hands.