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occasional stick, or pile of pebbles,
would crunch beneath her soft-soled shoe. Nevertheless, she knew she was alone.
A few cars passed by her. One stopped.
It was a man she never seen before. He rolled
down his window and spoke to her. “How
much?”
She hissed back. “What are you talking
about?”
“Look, I know what you are.”
“What am I?” she said, shaken.
“A young lady, out late at night,” he
said, raising his eyebrows.
She didn’t respond back.
“You’re a prostitute, no?”
“Hell no. Now go away.”
He sped off, cursing under his breath.
An intense hunger swept over her.
Thanks to Mayor Daly, however, the homeless
now have homes. But, that did not sit well with
her. She was starving. The type of starvation
that normal food would not satisfy. A craving
that intensified with each step.
She passed many of houses, trailers,
and homes. None of which, were left unlocked,
or accessible. “When did this damn town get so
secure all of a sudden?” She shook with irritation.
‘Where am I?’ she thought to herself, as
she walked up to an old apartment complex. An
open window, with its light shutting off, made it
clear to her that it was currently occupied.
The bricks were chipping away, and the
stairs were broken in half. A hazard, not one
smart person would risk.
The apartment complex has started to
settle. It amazed her, or anybody, that anyone
would willingly live there. But, the sounds of
snoring people echoed into her ears as she
neared the property.
She took her opportunity, as she noticed the access lock into the building was shattered. It appeared to be smashed in with some
sort of blunt object. However, she did not waste
any time trying to figure it out. Nor did she want
to waste time running up the flights of stairs.
She decided to scale the wall using only
her nails to dig into the wall with. Her throat
burned with tightness as the scent of another
prey blew out the window. By the mixed smell
of aftershave and cologne, she was able to determine a man resided just on the other side of that
window. The sill was missing, but she noticed
that it was not the only windowsill missing on
that building.
When she reached the opening, she
paused, taken by the sight of what she came
upon. Hmmm , she thought. Now this I could
enjoy for a minute.
The moon beamed onto his supple skin.
Ripples of lean muscle drew down his biceps.
His shoulders moved with each breath he took.
Her gaze followed down his solid back.
When she took her first step in, the
floor creaked. He moved, rustling in his sheets
until he laid flat on his back. His chest had minimum tufts of hair. Not too much, not too little.
She couldn’t help but feel like another urge
started to control her need to feed once she realized the surprise he kept under his silken satin
sheets. The pointed bulge, made her want more
than just blood. The sheets throbbed in that
particular place. What a waste, she thought.
If her heart were beating, she could imagine it would be pounding hard by now. The
type of pounding she would most love to enjoy
at that moment. Then, she saw what snapped
her back to focus. The pulsating presence on his
neck, under his skin. She licked her lips, “ Oh
yeah. ”
Her whisper must have been louder
than she initially thought. He moved once more
between his sheets, hiding what she found most
attractive on a man.

Chapter 2
Calista sidled up to Nick’s bed.
    Lifting her nose in the air she inhaled
the darkening aroma of his present liveliness.
Blood dripped from the corners of her lips, illuminated by the moonlight’s iridescent shine
coming from the window she had just entered.
    With each diligent step, her senses
overcame her ability to fight the urge to take yet
another life. She kept thinking to herself, is this
what I have become? Because, I love it.
    Nick hugged his pillow closer, as the
cool breeze slapped his face. His eyes shot open,
at the sound of his floor squeaking. With only
her eyes visible through the