Vampire

• Grace Lawler, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2015

I leap off the ground, into the skies.
The world grows around me and I flap my leathery wings, pushing me higher into the treetops.
The wind on my face, slips around my small body.
A little remnant of dinner, a trickle of blood, slides down lip.
My small tongue laps it up. How I love the sweet taste of human blood.
A bright light shines overhead and I swiftly dive down into the trees.
Maybe I over did it this time. Maybe a whole town was a bit too much.
Oh well, it was delicious anyway.