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Being an attorney, really has it's disadvantages. It is a very stressful job. So, to get away from the rat race, I plan a weekend of camping with a friend. Just to get out of the smog ridden city, and smell fresh sir. I even like to fish.
After I get off work, at home, I check to make sure we have everything we need for our weekend outing. I call my friend and we start planning for our weekend of fun.
We decide to leave on Friday morning, having our own businesses, makes this possible. I am so excited. I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach. We finally disembark on a wonderful weekend of adventure, we think.
We finally arrive at the campground and start unloading our gear. Everything here is so quiet. All you can hear, are the sweet sounds of nature. The singing birds and the sound of a babbling brook. The air is smog free, and smells so clean. We decide we will catch some fish for supper from the stream. The fish in the stream are aplenty. We catch four or five fish, and we stop for the day. We know we have to clean and scale the fish. I volunteer to do this job, while my friend builds a fire, so we can cook our catch.
We have already set up our camp site. So, now the work is behind us, now we can sit back, relax, and start enjoying our weekend. The sun is starting to go to sleep, allowing night to control the sky. You can hear the crickets and the frogs as they start to sing their songs.
The air feels kind of cool as the curtain of night falls. Its like we left all our cares and worries back in the city. I feel so relaxed. This little adventure is just what I needed. My friend and I sit around the camp fire as we talk. We also brought some brandy with us, we drink this hoping to curb some of the sting of the cool night air.
We are talking and we hear a sound like someone or something walking on twigs. There is a full moon, so we have some illumination. Looking toward the woods, I see a silhouette, of the form of a woman. She walks closer toward the fire. She is so beautiful, she is absolutely breath taking. Long dark hair, framing an alabaster face. She is gorgeous.
She says she has a camp site near by, and she was just out walking, because the moon light is so bright. She stumbled across us, not wanting to be labeled rude, she thought she would stop and say hello.
It does seem kind of strange a woman camping all alone, but me being mesmerized, this thought doesn't enter my mind. She sits down right beside me. My friend takes the hint, and excuses his self to retire.
The lady and I sit beside the fire for a couple of hours just talking. Then she tells me how attracted she is toward me. I then lean over and kiss her lucious lips. I must admit to her, she has awakened the primitive man in me. I then take her into my arms, thinking I could be looking at a night filled with love. But, then she pulls back and I then see her glowing red eyes and the fangs so white.
The she leans over, I feel her breath on my neck, then a slight pain. I have no idea what she is doing, but I do know the feeling of passion I feel is not of this earth. After she is finished, she disappears just as she appeared. So, now I know, a creature of the night, she was of the undead. Is this what I will be?

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Lanaia Lee


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