Prey

As daylight gives way to the darkness of night, the immortal one comes out to play. A shadowed figure gloomy and sinister, slowly nears it’s chosen prey. Huddled in cloak with hands outstretched, a pale blood drinker ready to snatch. Victim’s cries muffled by one bony hand, as fangs descend onto a delicate neck. Seeking the vein which gifts it with life. Intimately held in place, as victim struggles against a nightly predator. Piercing warm skin, with vampire eyes dark and fathomless gleaming. Tearing into mortal flesh, let the drinking begin.