The night is chilly. The darkness between the trees
of the park is menacing and creepy.The light of the
moon illuminates the lonely figure of a woman. She
cradles a sleeping baby in her arms. Her hands are
trembling.
A man approaches her. Dressed in a habit, his face
is hidden by a venician mask.She shrinks back.
Without thought, she shakes her head as if she tries
to deny. Slowly, he nods imperiously, with arms
extended.
With tears in her eyes,she hands over the sleeping
child as if she isn't in control of herself.The man
accepts it quietly. The moon reveals growing fangs
which the man thrust into the baby, stealing from it
the red juice of life.
The woman screams with despair, but no sound can be
heard. The lifeless child drops to the ground;blood
from the wrist of the man drops from its mouth. The
baby starts to move again. The man takes it up and
leads the woman to a bench.
Asking her to feed her child, the man gives her the
baby back. With doubting eyes, the woman reveals her
breast and offers it to her child. Hungry like a
wolf, the baby bites into it. Not milk, but blood
sips from the torn nipple.
First of all, the pain.Then, unbelievable ecstacy
fills the clouded soul of the woman. Pressing the
baby to her, she wants it not to stop. The child
drinks, blood runs down the little cheeks. The man
draws near and bites her in the neck...
submitted by:Elijah
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