For Ari's Picture Story Contest Thingy

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She waited, like a lion stalking it's pray, for the sun to go down. She stethaly avoided the fadeing rays of light that streached across her floor like strokes from a paint brush. She walked to the kitchen in her small back ally appartmet. Quitely opening the drawer so she wouldn't wake the others, she pulled out a knife. Ever so slowly she draged the knife across her finger tip. The blood came quickly. Putting the finger to her lips, she walked out into the darkness. Her victums never came quickly, and were never very observent. But anyone would notice a dead little girl in the middle of the ally, this she knew. She gentaly cut her own neck. She then lay on the cold coble stone ground and closed her blood red eyes. She waited what must have been two hours before a strong looking man, in his mid thirtys, came walking by. He saw her and dropped to his knees beside where she lay. He grabed her wrist to check her pulse. This was his first mistake. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Reveling her 2 inch dagger sharp fangs. She was fast. Too fast. In a matter of seconds her fangs were deep in his neck and she was feasting on his blood. His body was bone dry in minnets. She quitly got up and walked the path home, licking her fingers as she went. The others would be waking up soon. They would be shocked to see the newest of the family to already be so skilled in the deadly arts. She couldn't wait for tomarrow. For the next time the darkness falls.