The sky was black as pitch and the stink of the city permeated the air. The night was choked with a thick blanket of fog that had settled low over the sleeping city. Sharp peaks sprouted from the grey, like smoky mountain peaks rather than a familiar cityscape. I could almost lose myself to the peaceful illusion of waiting mountains. This visage of my city was foreign to me and my sheltered life. My nights were spent with caviar and my family's wealthy friends I thought as I crept, unnoticed through the dark concrete paths of central park.
Restless anxiety kept me moving, a living shadow in another world of drugs, prostitutes, and the homeless. My red louboutins pumps and prada trench should have made me easy prey, but reckless wanderlust made me confident and brave. Something carnal drove the rational fear away and my blood beat hot in my ears. I passed frightening monsters of men and with one look from me they withered and I passed them like a ghost. I was on the move, a huntress stalking the night itself. That night would be forever etched upon my soul.
Central park zoo was lit by the soft glow of dawn when I heard a soft gurgling that made my hair stand on end. Suddenly the breeze brought the metallic tang of blood deep into my head. The scent made me dizzy and my mind reeled and my body was alive. Every nerve in my body went suddenly alive and saliva and blood flooded my mouth. Without conscious thought I was following the scent that Swirled around me, intoxicating as a drug.
