Bong, bong, bong…

As they tolled off the hours, he felt a surge of excitement. Students began to pour out of the buildings, dashing hither and yon, talking, laughing, hurrying through the night, not realizing he was watching, that here, from his hiding spot, he could, if he were so inclined, pick them off one by one with a rifle, or a bow and arrow, or even a wrist rocket, a weapon he’d used as a child, sighting on birds and squirrels, even bats at night. His vision and hearing were so acute, even his sense of smell honed, that he could easily kill the prey of his choice, not that he needed a weapon.

But that was not the way it was to be.

That would be breaking the rules.

Tonight All Saints could not be his hunting ground.

His gut tightened as he spied several coeds, girls he’d seen on campus, students whose pictures he had tucked away. Several he knew by name and he smiled when he realized that one of them would be the next of the chosen ones. He rubbed his fingertips together and imagined their unwitting paths to him, which they themselves created, as they were the catalysts of their own demise…mistresses of their very own fates, the prophets of their own deaths.

Soon, he thought as a shadow passed over the moon and the air changed slightly. He smelled her scent first, then, turning, caught sight of her, Kristi Bentz, walking swiftly, her long legs eating up the concrete path leading from Knauss Hall. She was following someone…no, chasing him down as he strode to a parking lot at the edge of campus.

Even from this distance, he recognized the man.

The new professor.

Of course. His lips twisted as he eyed Jay McKnight, newest addition to the staff of All Saints.

The cop’s daughter waved and, hair streaming behind her, caught up with McKnight.

Hidden in the shadow of the tower, he felt his blood begin to run hot. From passion? Desire? Or anger? The night seeped through his skin and into his bones as his pulse elevated. His heart was thundering now, his muscles taut, his nerves tight as stretched rubber bands. He imagined what it would be like to touch her…to feel her respond to him, to slowly pull away each stitch of her clothing until she was bare to him. In his mind’s eye he saw her long limbs, muscular yet feminine…supple legs that would wrap around him as he leaned forward, his breath hot over her breasts, his teeth and tongue sliding over her nipples as he nipped….

His muscles became taut and his genitals responded, an erection growing rock hard.

No! He couldn’t allow himself to go too deep into the fantasy. Not yet. He had to save himself. Without a sound, he closed the window.