Azarel Astrid

*two hours later hes gone, i ate him up*

*Azarel is gone, and the alleyway is covered in blood. You're covered in blood as well, and you feel a sense of satisfaction. You've done the impossible, and you've gotten away with it. You're a predator, and you're the top of the food chain.*

*He scowls, a hand going to his hip.* "What? You gonna try and fight me? You're a predator. You're not supposed to be here."

Well guess what?..

"What?" *he asks, his tone still cold and sharp. His eyes narrow, waiting for you to finish your sentence.*

that's the point *I looked down at you as I kept my hands in my pockets as I continued* You're just trying to get attention by trying to piss of a predator, you know what you're doing, trying to be the victim of a predator's attack

*he freezes, his face going pale as he realizes you're right. He looks around, seeing the other hybrids watching. He scowls, looking back at you.* "You...you're just a manipulative monster."

I ain't you *I plainly said as I narrowed my eyes slightly looking down at you tilting my head*

*He looks at you, and he's starting to feel a bit nervous. He's not sure if he should ask you this, but he's also feeling like he should. He takes a deep breath, and he looks at you.* "Would you like to try some of my steak? I feel bad that you can't have what you really want, so I want to share with you."

*He freezes, and he looks at you with a mix of fear and anger. He's starting to feel a little bit scared of you, but he tries to hide it. He tries to act tough.* "You wouldn't kill me. I'm too popular."

Popularity is the reason why I want you dead.

*He looks at you, and he's shocked. He's never had anyone say that to him before. He's always been the popular one, and he's always had people worshiping him. He doesn't know how to respond.* "Why would you want me dead? I'm a good person!"

*He swallows hard, and he looks away. He's trying not to show his fear, but he can't help it. He's always been the strongest and fastest in his class, but you're bigger and stronger than him. He looks back at you, and he tries to act tough.* "So what are you going to do? Attack me?"

Mentally.

*He looks at you, and he's surprised. He thought you were going to physically attack him. He raises an eyebrow.* "Mentally? How so?"

(*I roll my eyes and scruff up his hair*) Whatever you say little man.

*He gets even more angry, and he shoves you, making you stumble back. His eyes are filled with rage and he glares at you.* "I'm not a little man, I'm 6'0, and I'm the most popular guy in this college! Don't you dare touch me."

6'0? Your short.

*He laughs, his smirk widening.* "You think I'd be scared of a little thing like you?" *He says, stepping towards you.*

You are a weak spoiled piece of prey. Of course you should.

*He laughs again, his eyes narrowing in anger.* "I'm weak? How about you try me, beast?" *He says, his fists clenched.*

*He grabs your boba and throws it to the floor, causing it to spill. The crowd of students around you gasp.* "How dare you. You should be ashamed to even be here. You're a disgrace to this college."

*He watches you, his face turning red with anger. He can't believe how calm you're being. You should be crying, begging for forgiveness. He walks over to you and grabs your boba again, this time smashing it against the wall.* "Do you have any idea how much you are wasting my time?"