Dusk was falling and the vampire's appetite had been whetted. She lifted the lid of her coffin and dressed in a discreet blouse and a long skirt, accentuating her innocent appearance.
In front of the mirror, she carefully combed her blonde hair and, with a mocking gesture, placed a small chain with a Catholic cross around her neck.
Satisfied with her appearance, she left the crypt amid the cawing of crows. She crossed the cemetery directing her face towards the full moon, transforming her canines into fangs. Seconds later, they returned to their small size.
He had to reach the streets of the village, where he would find his next victim. She crossed the wooded region, unafraid of vermin, for nothing could harm her.
She smiled as she remembered that humans, blinded by desire, easily fall for the beauty of a beautiful vampire.
