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" Those Who Walk the Night " By Heather Gribbs They walk the night filling alleys, pubs and gutters, listening for human sounds, and ignoring the rains sweet tutters. Inshrined in black their eyes an errie yellow hue, a face so pale, the color of cotton soaked in dew.
Their silent steps are left unaware to those around, until it is too late their heart to never again pound.
Two pearly white fangs quickly pierce the skin, just below the ear, waiting for the feast to begin.
One is enough to fill a full-grown, but to spare thier life, their soul they must loan. Who are these silent deadly killers who roam in the dead of the night, and why must they cause mortals such a fright They aren't humans but far,far worse they are our kin, but with a deadly curse.
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