Into the Dark, and Out of my Mind

Into the Dark, and Out of my Mind

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

The cheshire grin that crossed her dark face was ominous as she loomed over her prey. “Men are so foolish,” she chided, drawing circles on his bare chest with her finger. “One should really learn to watch for wolves dressed as sheep.” And with that she tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide for her teeth to extend, before lunging down in one swift motion and plunging them into his exposed neck. She drank deeply from him, feeling warm once more as his blood rushed to fill her dry veins. Her skin began to draw back, her hair darkening from gray to an auburn red and she once more took on the appearance of a young woman. It had been far too long since her last feed.