A scent of fear.

The sky is covered with a reddish glow. A light breeze finds its way through the leaves of the trees and makes them dance, like the most adorable ballet dancers.. Distorted, shadowy versions of a bunch of ragged dark figures that vary in tempo and sequence... acting out an eerie silvery shadow theater, with an effortless elegance that can mesmerize anyone. The sun is stunningly beautiful in its death struggle. It is flaming red and orange and it fights fiercely against its enemies, the twilight, the stars, the moon and the night. Total darkness. It is fighting with its last strength, it is dying and it knows it, it now has open bleeding wounds, blood-red rays pour out from it and float across the sky in different hues, presenting the world with the most magnificent sunset in months. The sun has set, it has sunk into its grave, behind mountains and peaks. The day fights one last decisive battle. Twilight won. The night draws nearer and nearer, the darkness is reborn and struggles to gain full strength. The wind picks up, the light breeze is chased away and the route becomes a headlong flight into the night. The stars welcome their lord. The moon rises big and mighty in the pitch black night sky. Taking possession of his kingdom, spreading his silvery rays into even the darkest corners. crawling , creeping, caressing, everything in its path. The night spreads like a fan over the firmament and into the arena steps the queen of the night, she casts her veil over the firmament, you hear the dragon roaring in the distance, against the fiery eyes of the lost witch is now lit one by one on the dark firmament. The magic of the night is unleashed in the light dance of the elves on the lake, in the sorcerer's scribbles in the glow of the candles, placed snugly by the warm fire. The night is now in full force, and the door to darkness is open again… Under the cover of darkness, the creatures of the night crawl forth to instill fear and terror. The regime of evil reigns again. A terrifying place, steeped in evil, he awoke! Just know this.. that the night has wings and what the wind carries is a flash of black, a flash of red... a scent of night, a scent of fear. Never forget that in the dark the door is open.. He rose great and mighty above his daily resting place. The beautifully carved wooden chest lined with dark red velour. The whole atmosphere was steeped in death and ancient wisdom. He leaned his head back and filled his lungs with the icy night air, took in all the scents of the night. A sudden sound made him react so quickly that any predator would have envied him. All senses were focused on the sound., muscles were tensed, hearing strained to its utmost, to adapt..... just a mouse, in the same second he relaxed again.. a mouse was not a worthy prey for him. He wanted a prey that was not only afraid, but that knew what was about to happen, he wanted to see the fear in the prey's eyes when the realization spread, when it really dawned on his prey that it was going to die tonight. He again leaned his head slightly back and waited for what the wind brought, waited for a whiff of fear. Listening quietly to the breath of the night... he froze for a moment there! There it was. The very special smell of fear. In a fraction of a second he was on the wings. He rode the wind towards his unsuspecting prey. The bass of the leathery wings was the only sound. Gliding silently on the air current, he listened...quietly..very quietly..stealthily. There! Footsteps. A woman, alone on the road. He followed her stealthily, silently like the predator he was after her. She had no idea.. He was now right behind her. He sniffed and was overcome with desire, a passion so wild and strong that it was almost too much for his senses so strong that he almost threw himself on her immediately, but no, not yet, more pleasure if he waited, greater torment by going slowly forward. He slipped between the trees and looked at her, she seemed restless, constantly looking over her shoulder now. She started walking faster. How beautiful she was when she was scared. Her eyes darted nervously between the trees along the path. He transformed again, listed silently side by side with her, like a sick version of a parallel shadow theater. Not even a cat could have done it better.. completely silent.. Now she was beginning to sense the danger. Fear was painted in her eyes and the rest of her face. And the scent she emitted was so intoxicating that it almost sent him into ecstasy. Now she walked very fast, that's it! In a flash he moved behind her. Seconds later she started running, but his training in such cases stood him in good stead here. Faster than you could blink, he put his hands on her shoulders and with his supernatural strength he turned her around so that she was facing his, and said: Good evening, why In such a hurry. The woman was now completely paralyzed with terror, her eyes closed and filled with the same fear that silently seeped from the pores of her skin. He yelped as pleasure washed through his body. He let go of one of her shoulders and ran his long, slender, cold fingers up to her chin, which he lifted. He stared hungrily at her soft neck, the pulsing vein working at high pressure. All children know him, but as they grow up they forget him, and if they remember the stories of their childhood, they laugh scornfully and call them silly superstitions, but every time he, as now, faces a new prey , he sees their scorn contempt crumbles completely and their childish claim of superstition, is destroyed, becomes reality and when that happens, comes the realization that they must die. He stared at the woman and saw this very thing happen. He saw the anxiety turn to fear, the fear of ending in a panicky horror. It is at this point that he strikes, when the adrenaline pumped the blood around the prey’s body, less work for him. He bared the impressively pointed teeth, lowered his head and buried his teeth in the soft flesh of her neck, a scream of pain tore through the air, a scream thickened by the impenetrable pain of despair, sorrowful bleeding soul that slowly fell silent and ebbed and fell silent forever... he discarded her battered body, transformed and flew home after another successful hunt. The dawn fights against the night again, the sky is again colored by the intense bleeding death struggle. The night let out its last sigh. The sun had been born again, and took its rightful place as regent, until the night again challenges to battle and the prince of the night again chases a scent of fear.