Hunger

With the precision of an arrow from a marksman’s bow, the shadowy figure swooped down upon wings blacker than the darkest of nights. It was thirst compelling her to drive forever onward, to take her chosen prey and deliver that quick sharp pain of her final blow. As she feasted upon the life force of her human victim, the thick red liquid was still warm and sweet as she gulped it down. And whilst there was no savouring this first meal since her awakening, not a drop splashed upon the ground. Alicia had returned.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 

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