Lissie

Not everyone felt this way about her blood. The sweet scent wafted in the air of Sunnydale, perking up the noses of all the creatures of the night. Some shyed away, all too familiar with the ramifications of that smell. But others, a brave few, ventured out to inspect. The blood was swooning them, calling their feet to walk foward, hypnotizing their minds to kill. Sensing the weakness within the sweet red drops, they puffed out their chests and continued on their journey. Angel's mind was reeling. He could sense it, sense them, coming closer. Yes, he loved her, but he was still a vampire, and the scent of her blood was intoxicating him. Removing himself from the room she was in, he walked out upon the back porch. Letting his hard shoes clunk down to the second step, he dropped down. Sitting on the porch calmed his demon, but he was still frightenly aware that something was coming.

Their dead feet padded softly on the blood drenched grass. Mesmerized by the hunt, they were oblivious to those around them. Baring their glinting teeth, the rough ridges of their faces shone in the moonlight. Falling out of grace, they knelt down to the pool of blood on the front walk. Lying as close as they could, they imangined bathing in such blood. Impatient to let the blood turn dry, they quietly creeped toward the front door of the warm inviting house. A cold, pale hand reached toward the doorknob. The door whished open before the creature before it could turn the handle. "Fancy seeing you guys here." spat the one with angelic face.
 
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