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Joy Johnson



Copyright 2011 Joy Johnson

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The pounding rhythm of music vibrates through the air. It dances in and around every human in the room, except the dark figure leaning in the shadowed corner. Her body is far denser than that of the humans that surround her. The music bounces off of her like the walls; like the hatred seething from her soul. As the humans bounce drunkenly to the sound of the music, her violet eyes twitch from one corner to the other. Her black fingernails dig deeply into either bicep as the empty void in her gut growls at her angrily. She must feed. The need for it has lead her right to the edge of insanity.

A human passes by very close to her. Too close to her. He senses the change in sound near him and glances at her. Their eyes meet. In an instant, time slows as her resolve wavers slightly. Her wings tense closer to her back as her body shudders with longing. She can feel the heat radiating from his body as his curiosity turns to fear. However, from the corner of her eye she sees the motion she's been waiting for; the Hunter is making his move. She gives the man frozen in fear before her a small, but vicious smile. It shows a glimmer of her sharp fangs. The man turns and bolts through the crowd away from her. As she turns and heads after the hunter, a firm hand grasps her forearm. She is surprised by this and spins to face the hand's owner. 

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