33 Chapter Thirty Three: A Dangerous Encounter

She circled the rock slowly and lay down. Her chest heaved slowly and she remained unawares of the danger that lurked around.

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A dark figure loomed over Velma, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her wolf's chest. It sat by the rock and watched her with a grin, stroking her occasionally. "How beautiful."

It's fangs gleamed under the dim moonlight dangerously, it's skin so pale and white was a compliment to the moon. "Such good smelling blood." It muttered but of course, the creature was one of pride and would never ambush another unprepared. It would wait for its prey to be aware of it's actions before attacking.

Then it would drive its prey mad by sinking it's teeth into it's preys skin slowly and painfully. Sucking out the life out of it gradually until there was just little hope of survival. The creatures victims almost never survived, when they did, they were never sane.

A wild vampire.