There, in the distance, was the target. One she hadn’t realized she had been hunting. She began to pace as she watched. It sauntered around half hazard, unaware of what fate had in store. The prey, doing some hunting of its own. It watched, as Lizzy did, to every move, took heed to every breath, and listened to the quickening heartbeat.
One would be successful, the other would not. She knew, she had to take care not to be seen, or noticed, so as not to spook her intended prey. Saliva fell from her fangs; she could already taste victory.
She was close.
It would be glorious. Vengeance and satisfaction, all rolled into one. Yes, the proverbial two birds with one stone. The little bird, planning her next move would finally be stopped.
Two more steps and this little chick would trigger the trap. She moved into place, ready to strike. Stepping back into the shadows, a bit, she was in position.
One more step.
The anticipation was agony, but salvation was at hand.
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