• Walking in the night, the sounds are little, only the rain and footsteps of other. My hands in my pockets. Feeling my thoart dry up as I hear people speak in low whispers. The night sky darken by clouds yet lights when lighting strikes the ground. Few children scream at the thunder afterwards. Though not many children are out during this unholy hour. Feeling a growl within the walls of my stomach. My pace quickens, I turn left towards a park. The thirst must not contorl me. Fewer people are here, I should be safe. I sit down, rest my head, and let the rain bath me. My face soon is soaked. I sit up to see a young man. About the age of 19 or 20, his back towards me. I hear him curse a bit, though not as fouly as I would. I stare at him until he turns to met my gaze. He looks up at the skies. I stare at the young man's neck. I can hear the blood pumping throughout his body. From the heart to the brain to the heart all over again. A snarl comes across my face, I leap from the bench, at him. My fangs sink deeply into the soft flesh. Blood fills up my mouth and spills sweetly out my my lips. He shudders as I drink from him. I hear his heart race faster and faster. I take the last drink in deep. Letting my taste be filled. Than I droped him to the ground. The rains become heaver. I turn towards the end of the park, walking in nothing but a tanktop and jeans. A man stops me, "Are you heading home ma'am?" I nod my head and begin to run back to my coffin.