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Mosquito

Ever since the first ray of light that reflected off the water from the pond in which I was conceived. Ever since the first taste of blood. I had been given a destiny, a bloodsucker’s destiny to hunt, and breed. I knew all of this at first thought; it was my natural calling, my survival instinct.

I remember opening my eyes for the first time, seeing the beauty of the pond, watching the light that cascaded across the open, murky water.

I remember the first time I had looked around, to find my mother nowhere, and to find my sisters everywhere. There where hundreds of us, all conveying the beauty.

I remember the noise, the calm washing of the waves moving us along the top of the pond, the gentle chirping of the crickets along the shore.

I remember when the noise was broken, then the monster that came from nowhere emitted a sudden blaring sound, I remember all of my sisters screaming, the monster rolled through us, crushing most, and sending the rest of us streaming through the water. The monster continued, my sisters cried.

I remember the first sense of blood. The sweet smell that followed the giant iron monster.

We chose to follow it, my sisters and I.

We chose to pursue our natural calling, our survival instinct, and our vengeance.

We rose from the murk, our wings buzzing loudly. We flew together, a swarm, after the iron monster that had decimated most of us. We gained on it quickly; we sensed rather then saw the heart of the mighty beast. The tan figure in the center. We saw it moving, its top moving from side to side, like it was surveying the beauty also. The beauty that it had broken.

We flew right up to it; we saw that it had eyes, and dark fur growing on its presumed head. We knew what we had to do, my sisters and I.

We dived for the clear skin behind the dark fur. We landed, and inserted our mouths.

The blood of vengeance had never tasted so sweet. The fulfilling aroma of the sweet liquor in which we drank.

I remember the screaming, the pandemonium, the chaos, the ruin. The giant hand that slapped down on us.

I remember hearing the last of my sisters screaming,

I remember the panic.

I closed my many eyes as I flew, as I escaped. I remember flying until I had the desire to stop.

I surveyed the area around me. I was at the door to a house; the sudden overwhelming scent of blood overtook me. I entered the house; I had no control over what I was doing. I flew around, I saw my prey.

I saw the young woman turn, and I saw her raise her hand.

I attacked.

A mist suddenly engulfed me, the mist condensed on my body.

The burn was the last thing I remember as my wings stopped beating, and the blackness enveloped me.