Her hunger tore at her guts, once more demanding its due. She ignored it, already on the prowl, seeking for the means to satisfy it.
So far, the darkness had revealed nothing.
Honed senses scanned for the merest hint of prey. Deftly, she skirted the trees and other vegetation, searching, always searching.
Her pangs growing ever more acute, she finally spotted a bit of light glinting through the foliage. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she changed course, dizzy with the possibilities.
As she cleared the last of the trees, she found her endeavors hadn’t been in vain. A large clearing opened up before her showing the top of a small hill with a house, the calling light coming from its open doorway.
Sticking to the shadows, she drifted closer.
Excitement ignited inside her as she noticed a flesh being sitting on a raggedy chair on the sagging porch, staring out into the night while smoking a pipe.
Food at last!
With darting movements, she made her way up the hill.
Nearing the house from the side, she peeked into the porch, studying her quarry, making sure her presence had gone unnoticed.
The balding prey puffed on his pipe oblivious.
A stray strand of wind wafted the scent of cooling sweat and pipe smoke toward her. Beneath it, barely noticeable, was the intoxicating perfume of blood. She moved a little closer, her hunger rising to a fevered pitch.
All senses on the alert for signs that her victim suspected her presence, she drifted closer still. Staring at her target, she could easily envision the life-giving fluid pumping through the veins and arteries. If she’d been able to, she would have licked trembling lips in utter anticipation.
Barely stirring the air around her, she snuck up behind her victim, mesmerized by the pulsing beat of blood beneath the skin at his neck.
She moved closer and closer, her hunger and the call of the blood driving her on. Yet she purposely stretched the moment, moving forward ever so slowly, letting her anticipation increase.
As she touched the warm skin with the lightest of caresses, she felt a tingle rise through her.
No longer able to contain herself, she plunged deep into the succulent flesh. Gushing blood filled her hungering body, covering her with shivers of absolute ecstasy. This was what it was about — this was why she existed.
Trapped in the moment, she didn’t notice the massive presence rising over her. Too late, she felt the movement above her and tried to disengage from the pierced flesh. Pressure crushed her where she stood and sent waves of excruciating pain through her fragile being until mercifully, she could feel nothing at all.
The hunter had become the prey.
Joe pulled his hand away from his neck, staring with disgust at the bloody smear on his callused palm. He stood up from the rocking chair, hastily wiping his hand on his coveralls.
“Myrtle, where’s that blasted can of OFF again?”