Vampire

I felt it again last night, when I left the house headed for the park. As I got out of my truck, I felt a cold nip in the air and heard the wind howling through the trees. The sun had gone down by this point and all I could make out were shadows coming in and out of focus in the darkness. The only visible lights were from the warehouse next door across the railroad tracks. The lights were so bright they were blinding. Periodically cars drove by and their lights cut the night like a knife through butter. I remembered what it was like for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Shadows, upon shadows of darkness, with branches and bushes jumping out at you when the wind blown through. At first, you think you see a figure moving towards you and it turns out to be a branch and not some hot young guy hiding under his hood. Others pop up just a few feet in front of you, startled at first, but my eyes peer through as if to cut them down with my stare before they can harm me. I am the predator and they are the prey.

It starts to come back to me, no matter how long I’ve been away; I’ll always remember the hunt. I’ll always remember what it feels like to be on the hunt. There’s power in solitude and refinement in the kill, all you have to do is let it happen. Give yourself over to it, admit you want it and are capable of going after it.