Preamble
The wind off the ocean that night seemed cold, gloomy, and dark. Unnaturally dark. Unseen by the woman in her long white gown, the woods watched. They waited for the right moment. This moment couldn’t come any faster or slower than it was.
The woman turned her back on the ocean, on the cliff that plummeted 80 feet into the cold, black water. She faced the woods. Something inside her froze. This was the moment.
Two people jumped from the trees. The next thing the woman saw was blood on the faces of these people. She tried to scream, but the people jumped at her. They bit her throat. She fell to the ground, unconscious. The people kept their lips on her throat, drinking like mosquitoes, until the woman was lifeless.
The people turned more human-like as they drank. They even gained the ability of speech. They became less vicious, but more hungry. Mortality was one thing they never gained again. But The thirst they had to obey drove them on.
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