victims, arent we all(short story)
biting her lips over the scream that tried to escape her throat, she bolted up and fumbled for the night light. the light she thought was unbearable. she could only live in darkness now. she needed to feed. the search is on as she hunts for another victim to feed on. the woman perched herself from the balcony of the corner building as she waited for her innocent prey. a young woman crept from the shows that lie their along the sidewalk. she then leaped from teh balcony to embrace teh young woman. she then bent her neck back and dug her fangs into her ever so soft neck. blood drips from the tip of her lip as the thought of undesirable pleasure races through her veins. not a soul in sight, she reahces for a sharp dagger that lie their on the ground. she wants to end her own misery, the horror in her heart. and the desiet her mind contains. she opens teh vest of her long dress and stabs the dagger in between her breasts piercing her heart, ending the pain she held for all the innocent victims she then slain.