Vampire

the dark is her preferred habitat; her wings spread effortlessly, silently and invisible in the cool black that surrounds her, as though a child's blanket. She's comforted by the welcome the wind speaks, as it whistles quickly; her black lace dress dances to the wind in ritual. Avoiding the lights of common humans, she flies in joy; her laughter can be heard inside the coffee shops and cinemas. From time to time she comes across a bloody scene, and the warm, forbidden, sexy black-red life liquid seems as though to speak to her. she can feel the pulse of the living around her, and it drives her wild with desire. How she longs to swoop upon a victim, to gain the taste of what was so wrongfully taken away from her. Another night, little nosferatu.