Moonlit Walk

It was the same route she took every day. Through the children’s park, over the mulched walkway and out onto the road. She was never frightened when she would have to work back and walk home late, the moon high in the sky and the soil soft underfoot. Her friends always told her to look over her shoulder, to watch for the things hiding in the dark.

But they didn’t know what she was capable of. Those that she shared the daylight hours with didn’t know that she was the thing in the dark. She was the monster under the bed.

Of course, she would never tell them, the only people who knew what she was were far away, and the predators who thought they could take advantage of a lonely small woman walking through a park after dark. She might be ‘other’ but she wasn’t a monster, she only killed those that preyed on the weak.

Over the centuries they had called her different things, but tonight the man she left behind in the toilet block, who thought that a rag soaked in chloroform would subdue her, he called her ‘vampire.’

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