Crouching to fit, the beast rested amongst the gargoyles of the bell-tower and watched the hairless swarm far below. Whistles screamed and torches massed like fireflies.
The hairless were looking for a murderer.
Looking for it.
It carried the murders with it. Carried the sweet rosewater fragrance of the broken young girl’s perfume. Carried the hot, primal taste of the old lady’s blood. Carried the red stained straight-razor.
With reasoning far beyond bestial, the beast slid the razor down inhuman arms, watching thick orange tufts of fur fall. Warty black skin gleamed in the moonlight after each careful stroke.
I accept this one is a little (a lot) odd, and requires some knowledge of Edgar Allen Poe’s classic tale “Murders in the Rue Morgue” (full text story after the link). It’s also influenced by Clive Barker’s New Murders in the Rue Morgue (you’ll need to check out his Books of Blood for this one).
Anyway, let me know what you think 🙂