As the sun sets in the West, twilight gives birth to a plethora of hues that streak across the sky. A pale full moon is just barely visible in the waning light, signaling the coming of night. The sound of a loon rouses her from slumber, as it settles for a swim upon the shimmering lake waters. She yawns, stretches, and then rises from her bed, a plain wooden coffin lined with purple satin. Gently, she slides the cover back over and goes about readying herself for the night ahead.
Several doves take flight from a tree just around the corner, sensing she eases ever closer. She watches in wonderment and delight, as the birds’ wings chirp as they fly away into the dawn of night. The sounds of Nature have always soothed her, even before darkness befell her. Stars begin to break through the light, as the sky quickly darkens, coming out to twinkle like precisely placed diamonds. She lays there in the tall grass, swaying in the soft breeze, next to the lake and watches the final setting of the day’s light. This time of day has always been her fancy, for the setting sun and dawning moon have always seemed so serene in their chase. A shooting star catches her gaze now, flying across the dark sky at an alarming rate of speed. That is, until she hears footsteps approaching.
She jumps up, moving too fast for a human, as the approaching stranger moves ever closer. Her heart races now, wondering whom it could possibly be. She had invited no guests to join her this eve. How dare anyone disturb her serenity! A low, warning growl rises up in her throat as she hunches close to the ground. Perhaps she will be able to catch who ever this is off guard, make them her first meal of the night. Then, in the pale moonlight, she catches the bright glint of a blade. Seems to her this person means to bring her harm. Quickly she stands, alarming the lurker.
“Dare ye enter my sanctum? Art thou willing to pay a high price by doing so?” She hisses at the would-be attacker. “No hunter ever hath left here with thy life intact.”
His eyes, hazel and hair dark brown framing an otherwise tan face, stare her down. She’s taken aback by his suave air, so confident this one is! Yet, something else about him that lures her in, wanting to taste his life upon her lips. Without hesitation, he grabs her by the wrist; not too awfully rough but definitely not gently. She gasps with surprise and a smiles plays across her pouty lips. Her sultry eyes search his soul, wanting to taste his life, and his kiss. The thirst rises quickly, brought on by his closeness as he pulls her in. Never before has this happened, a hunter drawing her in like this. Her life flashes before her eyes as he bares his neck to her waiting lips. She cannot resist such an offer! Her lips brush lightly across the tender flesh, sending gooseflesh up and down her arms. He moans softly in her ear as she does this, and then places that deadly kiss. Yet, as she lets her fangs sink into him deeply, he lets his blade make love to her flesh. She sighs, with a smile as she bleeds slowly to death, her words of thanks echoing on the winds.