A slow and steady pace is what I keep repeating in my head as I follow my latest prey. She has no idea that I'm trailing her. It's two o'clock in the morning and she walks in the dark having a conversation as if the next second doesn't matter. If my prey were paying more attention to her safety then she wouldn't be my next victim.I pull my black hoodie down more to conceal my face. Being dressed in all black allows me to blend into the background. My prey carries on her conversation as she turns down a dark alley. I push my body flush against the wall to look around the corner. The alleyway is long, and it's surrounded by darkness. This is it I say to myself. I begin to move quickly as I pull out my syringe. In no time I've descended on my prey. She turns around but it's too late. I jab the needle in her neck. Before she can put up a fight she falls limp in my arms. I pull her unconscious body behind large a dumpster.Her body remains there until I go to get my vehicle to transport her in. I don't worry about anybody finding her because I'm not far from my car and whoever is out here at this time of night is only out here for their own misdeeds.