Curiosity Killed The Cat

Chapter 1: People Eating People

I watched as the most beautiful woman lead a large group of tourists through the city of Volterra, Italy. It was strange. I had never seen her in the city before – granted I had only been here for a few weeks but still, I definitely would've remembered her.

Her beauty was shockingly unnatural like she had the best plastic surgeon in the world make her inhumanly beautiful. Everything paled in comparison to her.

She was dressed to emphasize that beauty. Her amazingly long legs, darkened with tights, were exposed by the shortest of miniskirts. Her top was long-sleeved and high-necked, but extremely close-fitting, and constructed of red vinyl. Her long mahogany hair was lustrous, and her eyes were the strangest shade of violet.

I was intrigued immediately. I swung my legs back on the rooftop of which I was resting and began to discreetly follow them.

The most interesting thing I found out that not one of the residence batted an eyelash at all the tourists passed them by. It must be a regular occurrence then. But it didn't seem right.

When I looked into the woman's bright unnatural violet eyes, I saw... a predator. Like the way a wolf would look at a lamb. It was very odd, yet thrilling at the same time.

I think something's wrong with me.

What were they here for? It wasn't to have a look around the city as she obviously kept them away from the attractions around here. Rather she leads them through back alleys, keeping them away from everything there is to see.

"Are we going to see something other than dirty alleys?" a man with a beer gut and an impatient look on his face rudely asked his 'tour guide'.

"Oh, of course!" she assured him, flashing him a beaming smile that seemed to stun him and everyone around her. "You are just going to die when you see the Volterra Castle. There are a few dear friends of mine that are just eagerly awaiting your arrival."

I blinked.

Did anyone else notice the way she emphasized the word 'die'? I looked at the tourists to see they were just staring at her beauty with glazed over eyes. Nope. Course not.

Well... it's time I turned around and went back to my rooftop and forget this ever happened.

Not.

I was so following them to see what was up with this Castle of Volterra. I haven't heard about that till now and none of the other locals mention having a castle.

So I continued jumping from rooftop to rooftop, following them as they made their way deeper and deeper into the pretty city.

She ushered them along quickly, flashing them beaming smiles as when one of them would start to complain. She repeatedly stopped and looked in the direction where I was, but I knew she wouldn't see me.

You know in those clique books where a human has a supernatural ability? Yep. I'm going to be one of those people. I can turn completely invisible.

No one can see, hear, smell, or taste me.

Yep.

Moving on.

She stopped them next to a set of double doors. She began to usher everyone. I quickly climbed down the roof and snuck in with the rest of the tourists, making sure not to bump into anyone.

We walked for a while, down a stone corridor. The temperature was freezing down here and I had to stop my teeth from chattering.

I was walking at the back of the group, next to a short woman who was clutching a cross tightly in her hands, mumbling what seemed like prayers under her breath as she gazed around in fear. I couldn't blame her. I was almost positive something bad was going to happen.

But my curiosity was that of a cat. I knew it would kill me one day. I was kinda hoping that day wasn't today though. That would kinda suck.

Eventually, we came across a set of dark oak doors, with fancy engravings on it.

She quickly ushered them into a stone room. I just managed to make it in the room before two people standing at the doors shut them close with a bang, startling some of the tourists.

They began to huddle closer together as the sense of danger finally caught up to them.

"Ah, Heidi," a man that sat on a throne greeted the tour guide as he gracefully stood up from his dark oak wood chair. "I see you have returned," he crooned to her, approaching her and gently running his finger across her pale cheek.

Speaking of pale, everyone in here was paler than snow. But their eyes were completely red. Except for the men that sat upon their thrones.

The raven-haired man in the middle, the honey blonde that sat on his left, and the bored looking brunette that sat on his right. All their hair went down to their shoulders, which was kinda odd looking, but I had to admit they made it work. Their eyes seemed to have a milky appearance, almost giving them dark pink eyes. And their skin was almost translucent of sorts.

have I stumbled across?

The raven-haired man turned towards the group of people that were glancing around nervously. Probably wondering if this was some kinda cult.

At least that's what I was thinking.

"Ah forgive my rudeness. Welcome to Volterra!" he cheered, clapping his hands together, stretching his perfect lips to show his dangerously pearly white teeth. Yikes.

It only made the foreigners more nervous as they began to shift nervously where they stood. The woman that I was standing next to was frantically muttering prayers under her breath as her knuckles turned white holding the cross between her fingers as tightly as she could.

I had no clue what was going on but I didn't want to be next to them. I looked around and saw a shallow stone ledge clutching the sides of the dome-like room, a good ten feet off the ground.

I quickly and quietly started to climb the stone walls, finding purchase within the gaps of each stone. Heaving my body upwards I managed to grasp the ledge and pulled myself up on it. I was in luck, my ass barely fit on it but I could sit here safely and watch the scene unfold.

The raven-haired man walked towards the group, his nostrils flared as he inhaled, closing his eyes.

What's he doing?

His eyes snapped open and he grinned, his eyes much more darker than before. In one quick motion, he lunged towards the woman I had just been standing next to and grabbed her.

He reached up and grabbed her hair, yanking her hair back to reveal her neck.

What the hell?

Then he opened his mouth and latched onto her pulse point, groaning as her blood rushed into his mouth.

Holy shit!

Then all of them lunged towards one of the humans, sinking their white and sharp as a shark's teeth into their soft flesh. The humans screamed and yelled as they tried to run away, back towards the oak door but they had been grabbed and killed before they could make it.

It was complete madness!

Screams and cried echoed throughout the room as they panicked.

I was completely repulsed and disgusted, but oddly enough it was almost... thrilling to watch as these things swept towards their prey. They were so graceful and elegant in their movements as they snapped their victim's necks.

One would think they were dancing instead of slaughtering everyone. It was fascinating to watch. Yet horrible to hear their screams and cries.

I had to get out of here. But I had to watch them finish the job. What is wrong with you?!

I disgust myself.

So, against everything, I stayed there and watched as every single human was slaughtered with my mouth hanging open in shock.

A/N: So... that happened. I feel kind of guilty for not giving you guys another story so here one is and here is my dilemma... I have no idea where I'm going with this.

What do you want to see happen here? I've already written the second chapter but I would really appreciate some ideas as to where you want this story to go. Thank you my little ducklings!

See any mistakes please point them out and I'll see you guys in three days time.

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