It was still very dark, her body was facing away from him, and the hood of the robe was still up, but he was sure there had to be blood on the tree from her face hit it. 

Slowly the rage subsided, and his body seemed to weaken. But the loss of strength of the body also gave way to his resolve. In its twisted unnatural pose in the dirt, the site of the girl's body caused his mind to fill him with remorse.

He did not expect himself to get so angry. He had lashed out against people in the past but never so violently. When he acted and gave in to his impulse, he felt entirely justified. Who was she to toy with him so? 

But the longer he stared at the little girl (this so-called "Voyeur"), the more he felt he had gone too far for too little.

His heart and lungs now felt too small for him. He was taking his time to regain his senses. A calm that was new to him replaced all his emotions.

He approached Voyeur's body. The upper half of her body was all face down directly into the forest floor. Her lower half was higher than the rest of her body as it laid propped on a large root of the tree she hit, her bare feet facing the trunk. 

Dale turned Voyeur upright, cradling her head in his arms. He brought her to the closest beam of moonlight filtering down. 

As he had suspected, her face was a ruin, covered in the blood from a deep gash across her forehead and nose. He could see down to the bone.

Her oversized eyes were open and maintained a void stare into the distance. Her mouth was agape. Blood also seemed to paint the inside and left corner of her lips from what looked to be a broken fang.

Dale felt no need to check her pulse. In his mind, she was dead. He knew then what he had to do, get rid of the body.

Laying Voyeur down gently, he then retrieved the shovel from his hastily put-together bag of supplies. He immediately started digging a hole for the little girl's body.

The ground was hard from never once being excavated by human hands. But Dale felt a calm, emotionless drive to continue. This was the first time he had he had, from his knowledge, killed a human… or at least something that could closely compare to a human.

To Dale, the girl Voyeur, with her animal-like features, was still human in his eyes. The calm inside him seemed to fight back any remorse.

As he finished digging the fresh grave, he looked back to where he had left the little girl called Voyeur but found her body gone was gone.

He was sure she was there just moments ago. He had kept a wary eye on her while he had dug. But in what seemed to be less than a minute of inattention, she vanished.

The strange calm he had possessed shattered. Panic was all he could feel now. 

Whatever the girl was, the fact remained she had seen him. She had seen him carry the stolen corpse of a woman and more incriminating than that Voyeur had experienced him trying to kill and dispose of her. 

Dale pulled himself, still holding the shove. He frantically searched the surrounding trees. If she had run away, there was no way she could have gotten far, not in the condition he had left her in.

He heard a familiar female voice come from somewhere behind him.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to do to a lady, Dale…."

He felt a warm breath on the back of his neck.