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 | | From: | Cathy Mosley | | Subject: | RE: [Winter Celebrations] - Let the Music Begin (fwd) | | Date: | Sun, 26 Dec 2004 16:51:50 -0500 |
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The cold seeped into his bones and his apricot blond hair was frozen now
in places where the snow had fallen and melted before. He needed to
feed and he had to find a place to stay. A night in an alley wasn't
unfamiliar to him, but he still didn't like it. This place was a far
cry from the sultry heat of the south from whence he hailed.
Ajali stamped his feet against the chill that bedeviled him. The hunger
was like an itch he couldn't scratch, not yet anyway. From his alley
hide-away, he could see people going to and fro, laughing and holding
hands, carrying wrapped things and what seemed to be food. Some passed
quite close by and never knew the danger that waited in the shadows.
It was now or never, he thought, and he ventured out into the street,
keeping to the walls of the buildings and brushing by the evergreen
boughs. Every time a person passed by, he caught the sharp tang of warm
blood pulsing through their veins, so near and yet so far.
He staggered slightly. The passage from the south had been hard for him
and life aboard ship wasn't ideal, but the food source was captive and
he never took more than he needed, and generally he fed from willing
ladies. He hadn't yet gained his land legs, he thought wryly.
Pulling his thin jacket closer about his tall and well-built frame, he
headed for the area where he could see many people gathered. It looked
very much like a souk, a marketplace, and it would provide better
hunting for him. There were always ladies and sometimes gentlemen who
were lonely enough to seek the company of an attractive stranger. And
then he might feed.
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