Breathtaker

Midnight - all the kids are asleep
Moonlight makes them breathe in so deep
Inside hunger cuts like a knife
Upside I can smell the real life
Dero's stomach growled as he prowled about the ranch styled house looking for a way in.
It was midnight, the perfect hour for hiding in the shadows. This was when the shadows were thickest and most easy to hide within. The dew from the grass wetted his feet and made them chilly when a slight breeze came. But Dero was not concerned with his body but getting food. He wanted not the jewels or expensive furniture inside. He wanted the breath that the children breathed. Dero grinned upon finding the unlocked garage door. Opening the door only as much as needed he slipped into the garage, the cold stone doing nothing to warm his wet. But he did not bother to linger here for he was starving. The white clothed man need only look down the hall to see where the children slept.
I'm climbing their beds, I lift up their heads
I open my mouth - oh, I love all the brats
The first bedroom belonged to zwei little boys who looked to be seven. Both had lovely heads of fair blonde hair and delicate little bodies. The man smiled and crept onto the first little boy's bed, his comforter was of spaceships, and kissed him full on the mouth. The unexpected kiss caused the little boy's eyes to fly open.
'Cause I'm the breathtaker
I am the death faker - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
"Mutti! Vati!" the second boy screamed in fright for all knew who exactly Dero was. He was the nightmarish man who lived off the breath of others. Whenever there was new reports of Breathtaker Killings it struck terror into the hears of parents.
I am the boneshaker
I am the breathtaker
And I'm gonna make you blue...
Instantly Dero hopped from one bed to the next kissing the second little boy and stealing all of his life's oxygen. The second breathing-taking left the boy blue in the face and dead. A malicious grin was on his face as he hopped out the open window and took off running into the night.
Nightmares make your sheet soaking wet
Upstairs - all alone in your bed
Zella awoke with a start, heart racing and body coated in a cold sweat. It's just a dream, just a dream is all, Zella comforted herself burrowing under the covers. But the lady couldn't help but feel just how alone she was in her attic bedroom.
You end up your sighs, you open your eyes
You struggle and fight, but I smother your cries
All the sudden Zella heard what sounded like the pull down stairs, the ones that lead to her bedroom, creaking. She swallowed heart doubling it's pace as she slowly pulled the covers away from her face. Her sky blue eyes roved the shadow stained room and caught what she thought to be movement by the window. The bed gave a soft moan as she got up, the boards squeaked their warnings but none of this did she heed.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Zella softly asked hands blindly looking for anything that might be in her way. Suddenly large hands roughly pulled her close clamping over her mouth. Zella screamed into the man's hand, thrashing with her whole body to try and get free. When Dero chuckled at her fruitless attempts Zella grew rigid in terror. The Breathtaker, she thought feeling as if her heart had stopped.
'Cause I'm the breathtaker
I am the death faker - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
Pulling Zella over to the bed Dero pushed her down onto it knowing she would dare not scream now. The lady knew Death smirked at her face and so did not want to give him the satisfaction of screaming.
I am the heartbraker
I am the breathtaker
I am the death faker - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
Zella stared up at the dark brown haired man as he straddled her and with a hungry look in his eyes. But it was not a look of lust but of true hunger. If not for those malicious eyes he would be ravishing, Zella absentmindedly mused.
I am the hellquaker
I am the breathtaker
And I'm really stuck on you...
An expression of partial amusement, partial mild surprise came to Dero's face.
"You do not faint or scream." he noted resting his forehead against hers smiling when Zella swallowed in fear.
Never too late to die young! - Go ahead! Try to shout!
Never too late to die young! - What is that? Is that loud?
Never too late to die young! - Little rat - let it out!
Without warning Zella bellowed
"FIRE!" and began violently thrashing about to try and throw him off. The man chortled in his mind congratulating the lady for her clever thinking, though it would do her no good in the end. Latching his mouth onto hers despite her struggles, Dero began taking the breath right out of her.
Just to empty one lung - never too late to die young!
They open the door, you lie on the floor
And though they will try you won't breathe anymore
Zella's struggling began to lessen as Dero finished one lung, but the damage was done. He could hear the frantic footfalls of her parents. Finishing his meal Dero opened the window, jumped and caught hold of the tree branch as graceful as if he was doing gymnastics. Just as he dropped to the ground he heard Zella's mother's anguished cry and a chuckle escaped him. Oh how this amused him.
Cause I'm the breathtaker
I am the death faker - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
Belly aching from so much food he sluggishly strolled to the graveyard and wormed his way into a broken mausoleum. Putting a corpse atop another Dero took the now vacant coffin and soon fell asleep. And as he slept his appearance took on the look of death. This was a defense mechanism that had more than once allowed him to escape true death, if there was such a thing for him.
I am the hellquaker
Hell had been in an uproar ever since Dero had begun walking the earth as a Breathtaker. The demons didn't know what to do. Let Dero amuse himself up on earth or have him terrorizing everyone down in Hell? A heated debate still raged beneath Dero's new home but had yet to come to a decision.
I am the breathtaker
I am the death faker - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
Upon waking the next night Dero knew he could not target children for awhile. He would have to go after the foolish hormonal teens and young adults at the bars. Weasling his way out of the mausoleum he stole into a house that was empty, the family gone on vacation. Washing his clothes and showering Dero got ready for a night of seducing.
I am the heartbreaker
I am the breathtaker
I am the death fake - Ha!
I am the fear of your family
Dero knew he was a handsome man and so knew catching a lusty girl would be easy.
"You're pretty hot." a drunken teen slurred stumbling up against him. The man smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist.
I am the boneshaker
I am the breathtaker
And I'm gonna get you too...
Leaning down Dero planted a kiss on her mouth. It was just as she was kissing him back did she realize he was the Breathtaker.
Never too late to die young
The man chuckled and finished off his first meal carelessly letting the corpse fall to the ground. Time for next one, he thought eyes eagerly roving for new prey.