I feel the moon rise in the darkened sky and I step out into the gentle
night, the warm breeze like a velvet caress upon my pale, cold skin

When I see her, my hunger raises into life, spreading through my body
like fire, consuming me

The hunt is on

I stalk her through streets and alleys, melding into the shadows, always
close to her

She thinks she is alone

She turns: her mortal beauty, striking, and I reach out,
lightening-quick, to softly caress her cheek

Her eyes widen in fear as her breasts rise and fall with every gasp of
breath, as if she were drowning

The smell of her fear intoxicates me, bitter sweet, as I draw nearer to
her, the pounding of her heart ringing in my ears

She looks around, trembling slightly, as her baby blues eyes gaze into
mine, never seeing that I am lurking in the shadows, for her

She goes to escape, walking away from me, and I step from the shadows to
block her exit, she opens her mouth in a silent scream as I look into
her eyes, mesmerizing her very being and she falls into my arms, no
longer aware of herself

She is mine

I wrap her in my arms, as I welcome the hunger, drawing her to me so
that I can sink my fangs into the flesh of her neck, into the pulse that
lies beneath

She moans softly as I drain the blood from her, her eyes glazed over as
if in a dream while her hand caresses my shoulder idly

My hands are tangled in her sun-kissed tresses as I feed from her, her
breasts pressed against mine, sucking the blood from the wound, wanting
more, wanting to end her precious life

Her once steady pulse is fainter now, her breath coming in ragged gasps,
as she struggles against me so that I hold her closer and tighter than
before

I sigh into the flesh of her neck as I feel her blood flow through my
body, allowing my heart to beat softly in rhythm with hers, her sweet,
metallic taste filling my mouth, all I know is this hunger

She sighs softly and then her pulse slows, her hand falling limply to
her side as her body becomes heavier

She is dead

I stop, pulling myself away from her, her blood staining my lips as I
lie her gently on the ground, she is beautiful even in death, her blond
tresses like a halo around her head

The hunger is satisfied from her death, the glow of mortal life
illuminating my skin as I walk into the shadows once again, disappearing
into the gentle night.

The hunt has ended...

For tonight.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 370 AF.