It's dark, and cold.
I walk the streets.
Even though the world is black,
my eyes see it all.
for the eyes i see through,
are not thoughs of a mortal.
i hunt the mortal.
there smell lingers in the frozen air,
like incense the smell fills my
nose.
it is then that i see it.
my prey.
my appitizer to this six course meal.
they are frail and weak in comparison to me.
i see them but they havn't the slightest idea that i watch.
that i hunger.
that i even exist.
as i get closer to my prey,
through the darkness i can start to make out there face.
though i see there face, i ignore it.
they are human.
as i once was.
I am finaly close enough to touch them.
i can hear there steps,
there breathing,
there heart beat.
i reach.
i grab.
they are mine.
they shriek.
i smile.
too easy.
i run my finger down there vain.
i inhale deeply.
i let the scent of the red liquid
beneath the skin,
fill my head.
i sink my teeth into there flesh.
the soft warm flesh.
the sweet, red nector of life
runs over my gums and the back of my toungue.
the warmth fills my throat and fills my stomach.
i feel the life in my hands, slowly fill me.
i finally drop the lifeless figure.
there life is now mine.
as i walk away, i feel there life within me.
i am full.
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