Led by a prey to slaughter

MARCUS P.O.V

It was a two hours ride to Morgan's little home in the village and Alicia and I had spent hours in a conversation about our likes and hates. I made sure she did most of the speaking and I did the listening but we tried as much as possible not to speak of anything aside from human lifestyle.

She told me a lot about her experiences when she was away from California, she told me about her beautiful life with her aunt and amazing friends, a time when she was free to be happy and had plenty of laughter.

Sitting still and listening to her while she poured her heart out, smiling and crying was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and it was a life that I am sad to steal from her,

I only hoped that getting into her life wouldn't destroy those sparks, I was determined that no matter what happened I wouldn't make her like me, she had to be a human like she is.

When we arrived at Morgan's home, he was seated on a short wooden chair at the front of his one bedroom flat with his