In the heat of the night

The waxing gibbous Moon as observed from Earth

The waxing gibbous Moon as observed from Earth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to In the heat of the night

  1. Shainbird says:

    Got me ’til the end 🙂

  2. I assume we are talking about crazy mozzies, they drive me mad feasting on me all the time in Brazil:)

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