The cub was feisty. But that didn't go long. He was quick tosnap his hand away. Youth was dangerous. They thought they could do whatever they wanted, that they were invincible. This one had to be broken down, or it would cause trouble later on. And he knew just about the right way to do it.<br/><br/>"Yes, very classy, little pup. You are more prone to... fuck up, than I will ever be. I have had six centuries of practice against..." he sniffed the air around the young one "Oh, you have a lot to learn before you earn any respect from the old ways..."<br/><br/>He Watched the alpha bring down his temperament on the young one. At least he was safe for now. As long as the younger werewolf kept up his little rebellious act Hekhem would never be brought down to that level. He followed suit as the alpha took off. He stayed behind, watching him as he crashed through the window. Albeit it did less sound than one would have thought of such a large creature, he could already hear scuffling in the house to the left of it. A light was lit. Not good at all. He leaped and bound over to the house. The was a hatch in the back door for a cat. Reaching his rather nimble arm into the hole he worked the lock up. As he slid inside he could hear worried voices from the floor above.<br/><br/>"<em>I think there might be something going on over at the Henderson's. I am calling the police, prepare the shotgun for me!</em>"<br/><br/>Always shotguns. Even though he was made of sterner stuff, shotguns always hurt like hell anyway. He stalked into the kitchen, picking up a rather long and sharp knife. He patted into the shadows opposite the telephone just as the man of the house arrived. He picked up the phone but dropped it again as his throat was cut ear to ear. He stopped for a moment, savoring the smell of the blood pooling underneath him. He made sure not to step in it. Giant paw prints wasn't any good. While the general population didn't believe the old tales, there were always nutters who did. And such people could be very dangerous. He made his way up the stairs and over to the open bedroom door. Light was flooding out, as well as the loading of a shotgun. He snapped forwards, into the room. The woman was holding the weapon clumsily, trying to load it. She was so preoccupied with the task that she only gasped as the lights were put out, then a low gurgle as her blood spilled over her chest. He laid her back in the bed, stroking a lock of hair out of her blood stained face. She was beautiful, nimble, fit. He opened up her shirt and watched her. He could still hear her healthy heart pounding inside. He looked up and saw her eyes tearing. She was still alive, dying away as she looked in horror at the creature. He smiled at her and went to work with the knife. He had done it so many times before that he was done in mere minutes. He could still hear the feasting from the other house as he started to eat the stomach, lungs, liver and intestines. He could taste what she had eaten during the day, mostly salads and oat drinks. It gave the stomach and intestines a rather fresh taste that went well with the bile. She was too beautiful to be given an improper burial. He reached inside her and pulled the heart out. The seat of the soul.<br/><br/>"You will live on through me, little lotus. Your afterlife will be under my protection."<br/><br/>He placed the heart in his strong jaws and bit down on it. The taste was glorious. The very soul of the woman tasted wonderful. He would keep it forever within, along with others that were worthy of his temple. A shiver went through him. He turned around and went out into the hallway. He looked into the other doors. No children. Fine. They were always the hardest to kill. Not that he was soft of heart, but he didn't want them to feel pain. It was simplest when they were sleeping on their bellies. One could just put the thumbs to the axis and atlas and break the neck, then sink a painless blade through their hearts. But their organs tasted of such innocent. He almost leaped down the stairs and went to work with the man. He was fit as well, this was a healthy house. He removed the organs and fed on them, but left the heart. This one's soul would be left to the God that they loved so much.<br/><br/>He sneaked out of the house and waited beneath the crashed window. Hopefully he wouldn't have to cover up for the young one as well. He was full.