I inhale her scent on the wind- flowers and herbs, well water and lemon. Though I would never harm her, I imagine the taste of her blood on my tongue. He emerges, a shadow slipping from midnight water, to sprawl naked on a moss-covered log and worship the moon with slanted jade eyes. He stretches, sinewy limbs taut, supple body glistening in the humid jungle air, as his clawed fingers reach toward the stars beyond his grasp. He growls, a sensual sound deep in his throat, while he blinks, lazily, dreamily.
Sharp nails retract into warm, human hands.
Incisors hide behind tender lips which smile slightly, sadly, as he wishes and desires and waits alone. Author Bio Kate Hill has always loved action, romance, and horror which is why she usually combines at least two out of the three in her stories. Besides writing, her interests include reading and martial arts. Her fiction and poetry has appeared in several small press and online zines including Shadow Feast and Vampire Dan's Story Emporium . When she's not working on her own stories, she's reading for the zine Parchment Symbols which she publishes and co-edits.