Blood In the Air (Part 1)

Everything glistens like being sprayed with lacquer, the rain has stopped, but clouds still hide the moon making the darkness so complete that it's hard to tell where it ends and I begin. My thoughts are nonexistent tonite for it's all about the hunt, stalking in the night, waiting to pick up the right scent, seeking that which I thirst for, feeling the flesh separate from the bone. Settling into a nice dark alcove I extend smokey tendrils, feeling their way into your safe little homes, looking for a tasty morsel to sink my teeth into. Vibrations race back along one of my sinister strands and in the time it takes to think it I'm there. I can smell your sweet, almost musky perfume wafting through the room and underneath, deep, almost as if trying to hide, (from me) I can sense your scent pulling at me, teasing my nostrils, clawing at my hunger. I dive through the shadows, finding one on the left corner at the beginning of the hall, I watch you pass and lash out with one clawed finger, slashing open your tricep on your left arm. You spin around as the last smokey ness of my arm dissipates, leaving nothing to see, to the shade under the closet door on your right. With a casual drag of my claw I rip open your ankle severing your Achilles heel, you scream sending tremors across the floor from the power of it. Time for more fun!