Cigarette Break

       Into the depths, under the cover of darkness, there dwells a creature. She wakes rising from her coffin, as the lead creaked open, a hand with red fingernails creeps from its depths. Her misty form, rising up in a cloudy wisp of smoke. Her victims are ignorant to her presence, she's nothing but, a cold gush of air wiping up their hair. Before they realize, she left her mark upon their necks. Though there seems no one will catch this creature of the night. There came a man, he sat out into the night. He knew what this creature craved most of all. It was blood from a warm body. She caught his scent from afar, and began her descent upon his advances. She's a fast and brooding creature. He's a human man full of pride and prejudice. They fought for dominance over the night. Under the full moon, their shadows casted upon the moon's beam. A misty fog rolls in, as the night began to end. Both knew there was no use, they were equal with power and strength. They decided a cigarette would be great. As the moon began to sink, their shadows casted down upon the street, and a red burning cigarette hanged from their teeth. 

Author's Note

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