Blood stained palms stare back at me, eclipsing reality and centering my vision. They do not shake; they feel the energy of the liquid life, pulsing with the dying hearts of my victims.
Fools. Utter fools.
How dare they question me, stare at my pale skin and ruby eyes in fear. They should look upon me as they would a goddess. I am not an abomination, I am beautiful.
They taunt me, thinking they are stronger, faster, and smarter. HA!
They may tear me down during the day, but I will tear their throats out after sunset.
Their lifeblood is sweet, the fear tangible in the air, on my tongue; sweet and irresistible as their fading life.
A game of cat and flying insect soon begins, only their wings are broken.
I thrive in the hunt as they run, one by one.
My cravings are growing difficult to bear...
Join me for a bite?
