It was one of those picture perfect nights. I cannot say that I've seen one this crisp and clear in a very long time. I have seen many nights. It has been a very, very long time since the sun has warmed my face. It isn't that I have no love for the sunlight, but that choice has regrettably been taken away from me. So I must be satisfied looking at his reflection through his sister, my life long companion the moon. You see I am not your average man strolling down a moon lit street. I am, as you have doubtlessly already guessed, a vampire.... Oh, I do apologize. It seems that I have gotten off track.
As I have said...it was a perfect night. Not a single cloud to mar the beauty of the moon's brilliant face. I could see her so clearly. Not that I'd have had any trouble. Not even on a deep dark night. I would have seen the warmth of her life's blood. It would have been as a beacon to me. Yet, I was very thankful for the light. With out it, I would have missed her porcelain beauty. She had the fragile beauty of a helpless flower. Her flawless skin was as pale as the moon itself. The whiteness of her flesh gave her an almost translucent quality. She reminded me of, Oh what kind of flower does she remind me of? Ah yes! She reminded me of a lily.
I watched Lily from the shadows of some trees as she brusquely made her way down the street. I could smell the fear emanating from her. What a pity she has no love for the night." What is she thinking"? I wandered as she passed me by. I quietly began to follow her. I concentrated on her thoughts until they slowly began to show them selves. She was running very late. A lovely ripe young woman of a mere 23 years of age, she still felt very accountable to her parents, with whom she was living with. To see into another's thoughts is a talent of mine. Some one was going to miss her. Quietly, and so very slowly, I allowed myself to catch up to her. I do so love the hunt! Then without any warning, she spun around and faced me.