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Lady of the Evening
As the sun began its descent in the western sky and dipped below the tree line, she began to stir. Stretching her limbs, she raised her head and allowed her incredible senses to search in the gathering dusk for prey. She rose from her hidden location and began to follow those senses in search of her dinner. Blood was on the menu, and she thirsted for it. Blood was her life, and she required at a massive amount of it each and every night of that life. To fail to feed was to die. She had no intention of dying, not just yet anyway. She had a duty to perform.
Coasting through the night on subtle nuances of the wind, she searched. While she searched she thought about her need, her all-encompassing need for blood. She needed blood to survive, but she needed it even more to procreate. Her sole purpose was to have children, many children and to do this she must feed heavily.
She caught a hint, just a singular waft of her prey on the gentle breezes. Adjusting her flight she sped in the direction indicated by her senses. Warmth, lovely warmth and blood called to her. Maintaining her distance she waited beneath the massive limbs of an ancient oak tree for the sun to fully set before venturing out of the darkened woods into the clearing.
She did not have to wait long for the sun set quickly. When she felt safe she darted into the clearing, aiming directly for her prey. Before she could attack, the human stepped into the open doorway and shut the door behind him. She had not been quick enough and her dinner had escaped. She cursed the sun for delaying her departure from the shadows. Had she been able to move just a few moments earlier she would be feeding at this instant. She waited for a bit, hoping against hope that the door would open and she would be invited inside. There was light there, but not enough to dissuade her at this point. She felt the hunger pains intensely, her body demanding she feed, and soon.
Eventually she realized her prey would not be venturing out again this evening so she turned in search of other, more accessible prey. None was within reach of her ability to detect immediately so onward she flew into the night. Soaring on the wind, she flitted through the trees searching, always searching for her meal ticket. Something tickled her senses. She lost it as quickly as she found it, so she circled around desperately seeking the scent again.
There! There it was again! She found it was strong enough for her to locate with certainty and to follow. Orienting herself on the scent she ghosted through the trees seeking that lovely fragrance as she homed in on its source. Through shadows and moonlight she flew, the scent growing ever stronger with each passing moment. Up ahead she saw another clearing and she threw caution to the winds as she erupted from the shadows. There she saw her prey, waiting unsuspectingly for her to dine. Setting on a chair near a campfire was a perfect opportunity for her to feed. She dove, bloodlust overwhelming her every thought as she prepared to attack. As she arrived behind her prey she settled in and prepared to dine….
Slap! Her world was obliterated in an instant.
“Damn mosquitos! Another one just got me. Honey, get me the bug spray, will you?”
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