From the shadows I stalked, watching, waiting, and baiting unsuspecting souls in to the inky blackness of what would be their last breath. I loved the night and how things changed. How behind every corner could be the end of your story. It sickens me that during the day everyone walked around with a sense of power and control. Even the most timid soul could be a mighty king in the mid of day.
But when that sun faded over the horizon and the silver moon was high above. That was when monsters like me came out. Where the mighty kings of day would turn in to cowards. Where shivers of the cold could leave you breathless and scared. This was my home, the deep dark black of night.
After all this is why children were often afraid of the dark, being told ghost stories from the beginning of time. Where monsters hide under their beds and grotesque creatures would stalk the forests. Hundreds, thousands, a millennia later on the silver screen these monsters turned in to high school lovers, it was joke, an insult to us night dwellers. Sparkling in the sunlight, a love triangle with a werewolf. I’d shake my head if I currently weren’t latched on to a half drunk woman love struck on my bite. But what did they know anyways? They knew the stores, but not what truly hide in the darkness.