This time my story for the blog hop found me, but read for yourself. Along with my #free #story, there are plenty more. BTW, the story about the Easter Hare and BB Wolf from the last Bloghop is currently getting turned into a comic. I can barely wait to show you. But for this hop, I wrote about a nightmare you’ve all had. I very much hope you’ll like it, and let me know if you “got it”.
Remember to visit the other participants to read their stories, and please leave comments. There’s nothing more rewarding that hearing from you. It means the world to us.
Desire
The scent alerted me and drew me to her. Hot blooded innocence woke my craving so bad, my stomach grumbled. Imagine my surprise when I found the window unprotected; unprotected and wide open, like an invitation!
Of course I didn’t hesitate. I flew with economic wing beats to where the aroma came from. I could taste the tangy, metallic blood, pulsating under her skin already.
Naturally cautious, I circled the room once, twice, three times, but there was nothing remotely dangerous for me. So I closed in on her, looking for the best place to land.
Her hand shot out, and I jerked back. Thankful for my fast reflexes, I flew higher. Was she still awake? Had she just lured me in to kill me? I gazed down at her.
She moaned and stirred, so I gave her more room and settled in the shadow above her wardrobe. Waiting for the right moment, I observed her.
With the summer night’s heat, she was wearing a nightshirt so thin, it was more revealing than hiding anything. Fighting the urge to strike immediately, I longed for her to fall into deep sleep.
Her breath slowed.
Her blood called, driving me insane.
Again I flew.
Closer and closer. She barely moved.
Gently, I landed, touching the skin of her throat ever so lightly.
So close. Her blood pounded, only a thin layer of skin away. With one swift, determined move, I pushed my mouthparts through the outer layer. Sweet blood shot into me as I released saliva to keep it from congealing and sucked greedily.
Soon, I’d leave and she’d have no memory of my bite except for a small, itchy swelling.
I most definitely will be back tomorrow!
Visit the others:
The Covenant by Chris Makowski
Autonomous Militarized by Gina Fabio
Pipes by Barbara Lund
From Bad To Worse by Bill Bush
Under Surface Of The Stars: A Story Poem by Juneta Key
Un-Nefer’s Triumph by Kate Flint
Super Jill by Vanessa Wells
Timeless by T. R. Neff
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Clever and fun! And gross. I’m lighting a citronella candle after reading that.
Putting a tomato plant on your windowsill is supposed to help too. I’m glad you liked it.
This was fun and I love the imagery. It did make me want breakfast though……lol
Thanks.
Aaaaaah – tricky, to make me identify with a blood-sucker of this caliber. And now my skin itches.
Glad you like it.
I see what you did there! 🙂 Sucked me in, if you don’t mind the pun. Loved it!
love the pun..
That scene sounds so familiar these days. Although for the last three weeks there was no buzzing.
I moved from a place nearly without to one with an abundance of the critters. I’m sore all over. 😀
Darn bloodsuckers. 🙂
The news about the Comic is AWESOME.
Thanks. And I agree. the comic is going to be awesome!