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Night Shade of the Willow (Part 1)
Clouds curl around the moon as if trying to seize it and their hanging low in the air, seeming to almost brush the top of my head. That old irony taste lingers again in my mouth, the feeding will come. And so my seeking begins anew, diving through the shadows that hold me in a lover’s embrace sending me images of the presences I come across, allowing me to touch their souls to find the right one. I feel a pull to the south and off I head seeing my prey in my mind’s eye, tasting her scent on the air. Standing beneath the expanse of a towering willow I look over her house, nothing special, like any other, it seems she has company, no matter it’s just more to quench my bloodlust. I move from shadow to shadow through the house, taking in the ambiance of it all, there’s four, including her, in the living room around the fireplace. I materialize behind the couch in the middle of the room, whipping my arms down I bind her and another in steel like tendrils of darkness, the chorus of screams start immediately, on cue, wrapping me in their fear, tickling me under the chin. One of the others goes to run, I swing my left arm throwing out another band ensnaring them, the last is more brazen coming behind me with the fire poker, thinking to bash in my skull. As the downswing starts I face them without turning, merely redirecting the blackness that’s me like my body turned inside out. Keeping myself semi-tangible the weapon passes right through me and as that moment of realization appears on his face I lash out tearing it clean off, well maybe not clean, but definitely off bursting one of his eyeballs and the howls of terror resume in full force.
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