Still as a statue, he watched her. She lived in isolation. So did he. He was hungry, starp pain in his stomach. He heard her steady pulse, or did he? He saw red. He was hungry. As silent as a shadow he crawled down from the roof. He followed her. She sensed someone, spine tingling. She looked around to find no one. She walked on, he followed.
She arrived home and opened the front door. He slinked in behind her. Her spine tingled, and she looked around. No one. Her home felt cold, she was afraid. She retreated to her bedroom, it was safe there. He waited.
She was afraid for many hours. She couldn't read, nor watch television. Unnerved she fell asleep. He approached. He grabbed her, muffling her startled scream. He brought his mouth to her neck. He wasn't hungry anymore. In the dark he fed.
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