Unaware

I watch him as he sits, in totally oblivion of the danger he is about to face. Unaware of the predators that still prowl among the night. We own the night, as it has been for centuries it is ours to control, to command what is right and what is wrong. During the day the laws of man go over our heads like that of clouds, meandering along with the wind and the whims of man, chaos in their wake if they deem necessary.

Man, one chaotic mass. Wars, not on our homelands but far away making it impossible to really know what's going on. Then, what do we care of war? We rage our own, for survival. Soon his blood will flow into my waiting mouth, traveling to the back of my throat where is will linger only for a moment. Then, oh then it will be like the most expensive Merlot, only not. There is nothing to compare what the blood of prey tastes like.

So there he sits, the dark of the night surrounding him, the light of the moon enough to make him feel safe. Me? I need no light, I can see in the darkest of nights. Slowly coming from my hiding place, not one blade of grass makes a noise, nor does the wind whip enough to catch his attention. Still oblivious to my presence I wonder what it is he’s thinking, but I decide not to spoil the surprise by probing his mind.

From all around him, a voice whispers, "dangerous to be out this late, wouldn't you say?” As he casually looks around he sees no reason to be hearing a voice. Then, eventually he turns around to look behind. In just a split second all he sees is a tall woman dressed in black, alabaster skin and long black hair. The jade green of the eyes would freeze him in his place, maybe promising desires unimagined, yet before those promised would take root in his mind, he would see the fangs and fear unimagined would take over.

In his mind, a voice will speak and it would be the last he hears, “I’m sorry pet, it just looks like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time”.