The night was still.
Moonlight filtered through net-curtained windows as he moved silently through the shadows of the house.
He could smell his prey, feel its heartbeat; the air was thick with the intoxicating smell of pheromones, seemed to vibrate with each pulsation. It wouldn’t be long now, soon…soon he would be immersed in it; the taste, the warmth.
As he neared the bed, the loud sound of the prey dragging breath through clogged nostrils reverberated around him, mingling with the sound of its heart to form sweet music; a song of yearning, of blood-lust, of promise.
Impatient now, he leapt through the air, landing on his prey amidst the tangled forest of its coarse fur.
“Tonight my friend, I will feast on your blood.”
With that, he pushed his long, needle-like proboscis into the canine’s skin. It popped through the thin, hard surface of epidermis, releasing hot salty nectar which flowed into the insect’s stomach, swelling its abdomen as dopamine flooded its tiny brain.