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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!

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