>> Wednesday, January 28, 2009
She stood in the forest on the edge of town. In the distance, she could see the lake. Despite the chill in the air, a thought towards the back of her head (a tingle really) imagined how nice it would be to play in the chilly water with no one else around to invade on her privacy. Just the thought gave her goose bumps up and down her arm.
A sneaky shiver ran down her back causing her to shudder. It was more than the cold. She was being watched.
Slowly, she turned her head to glance behind her, trying as hard as she could to make no sudden movements. The back of her neck tingled.
There was no time to scream. He was upon her, his arms holding her closely in much the same way she imagined a python strangled its prey. His sharp teeth punctured the thin skin of her neck, and then he began to drink. He held her in this embrace for what seemed like hours.
Her eye lids grew heavy and the world became dream like. In this state, she became aware of various things that she hadn't noticed before. She noticed the smell of the flowers beneath their feet-- a sweet and oddly sour smell. She saw the stars through the trees above her head; they had never seemed so bright before. She felt his stiff costume through her clothes.
It was the brightness of the stars and the feeling of his odd costume that clued her into the fact that she had to be dreaming.
Then she was falling to the ground. It was cold and wet, and the odd smelling flowers surrounded her. He stood near by as if he were watching her, waiting for her to close her eyes. Would he be there when she woke up?
The stars shone brightly down through the trees. Her eyes could no longer stay open. Her entire body relaxed as she shut her eyes and drifted slowly to sleep.