The Shadows .....

Every night he would wait by her window to watch her pass. Without fail, at exactly 10:23 pm, she would turn the corner, dressed in her school uniform, no matter that it was a weekend; she always wore thick leggings and long sleeves despite the heat. Barely a part of her face could be seen between that long dark hair that fell to her waist. Everything was happening in slow motion for him, he had only a few seconds to admire her, before she was lost again in the next corner, those hairs darker than the night turned luminous and silver when reflecting the light of the moon, and swayed feigning a life of its own with the slightest wind. It was in those moments that he could appreciate the white and smooth face of hers that most of the time was hidden. Her footsteps were so light that she couldn't even hear her feet hitting the ground. The boy was totally in love with her, even though he didn't even know her name. But he had decided to change things, so he went out through her window to go after her, ask her her name, accompany her to her house, ask for her phone number, anything that would bring him closer. to her. When he turned the corner, she was already in the middle of the park, where she was bothered by a group of vagrants while she continued walking timidly, when she reached the darkest and most wooded area, the young woman brushed her hair off her face, revealing a huge smile that bewitched the young man, who remained motionless, seeing how she sank her long and sharp fangs into each of the men, lifting them into the air as if they were simple sheets of paper, tearing their skin to enjoy their blood. The enormous hair served to cover a pair of small black wings that flapped rapidly in rhythm with each one of his bites. Seeing her in all her splendor, the young man could do nothing but fall in love with her more, the color of the blood on her lips only invited her to kiss her, the fluttering of her wings only announced that she had to hug her tightly before she flew away... - He just wanted to have her in her arms -… although for her the boy was nothing more than a dessert, after such a succulent dinner.