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Revelations Part II |
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She shook the God-awful memory of the forced Embrace out of her mind and concentrated on finding that meal worth drinking, which had been getting harder and harder these days. Before, about thirty years ago, finding a decent meal and been as easy as going for a walk down the street. Anyway, the blood was usually tainted with some sort of narcotic or was just plain rotten.
She walked down the street, her small high heel black shoes clicking along on the blacktop road, looking about her for some unwary person walking out at this time of night. She found that someone walking about two blocks ahead of her. From the body structure and the bulkiness she could tell that it was a man. He looked about 6’0" wearing a sweater and loose fitting jeans. She supposed she could handle him. She probed the strangers’ mind and licked her lips. This will do. She adjusted her top as she sped up. Soon she had caught up with the stranger walking only a few steps behind him. She made out like she was just a faster walker as she passed him in three strides. The man slowed after she past…maybe he was checking her out; it would make it easier to feed from him. The man cleared his throat; she slowed to his pace. She couldn’t smell any hint of smoke of any kind on him; this was a good sign she told herself. She wasn’t going hungry on this night. |
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