I could never get enough of this stuff, I thought as I landed on my prey. Just thinking about the velvety texture and the warmth of it caused my mouth to water. I tried to keep a low profile here and not be too noticible and considering the fact that I was really small -and when I say small I mean really tiny just an inch or so- it was no big deal , but some people tend to grow a sixth sense whenever I got near them, so I couldn't ever let my guard down . But luckily this guy or is it a girl? I don't know or really care, though I would bet my money that this one is a guy, seemed too lazy and too engrossed in whatever TV program he was watching, to pay any attention to me.
I loved such lazy-i-dont-give-a-shit-if-you-drink-my-blood type of people. These people generate more than 8 liters of blood everyday, and if we creatures take a bit out of their body they wouldn't die, right? The worst they will get out of it is a red puffy spot on their skin. And those spots ain't really nasty, so whats the problem? Seriously I will never understand these humans and their hatred towards my kind!
Speaking of my kind, I sort of forgot to give u guys an introduction, forgive my bluntness here. But anyway, I'm Ukel (weird name I know), I'm a mosquito (shocked? are we?) and not to brag, but am one of the best hunter/blood sucker (whatever u wanna call it) out there.
I have tasted the blood of more humans than you could ever count, famous people included -John Green being my personal favourite by far - and currently I live in downtown New York, though I plan on shifting soon.
My biggest dream- you wouldnt believe me- is to taste the blood of Barack Obama, that guy seems pretty cool to me , I mean he could declare a nuclear war over any country if he wanted to. I know its silly and useless, epically useless since I can feed myself just as well by drinking from normal lazy people who don't mind me having their blood for breakfast , but hey a mosquito can dream right? And anyways normal is boring! who wants normal? it is no fun!
I was just finishing sucking my dinner, when my dear prey shocked me with his actions.
Apparently this guy who just two second ago had been watching TV got tired and planned to lay on the couch, and considering the position I currently was in, I was sure to be crushed if I did not get out of here in the next 3 miliseconds! And consedering that i'm super fast and smart and awesome and just a mosquito prodigy, that would not have been a problem if -yes there is an if- my mouth did not get STUCK in his skin!
Hey now, do not give me that look! every mosquito has to face that problem once in a while.Okay? why the hell am I even trying to explain this to you...uh!
God help me! or I'm gonna die! I do not want to die right now I'm not married, hell I dont even have a girlfriend! Please god please! I began praying to whatever god listened to us mosquitoes.
I had like 7 ultra-milli second of my life left! 4...2.8...1
And just when I was sure I was gonna die "ding-dong" the door-bell rang.
Ever heard of the phrase "saved by the bell"? no? well that's what literally happened to me right now .
Never in my life have I been happier to hear a bell! not even when I was in high-school, and saying that is a lot.
After about 1 minute or so of hard work I was finally able to seprate my mouth from his skin. Feeling the air on my mouth has never felt so good.
Well well, seems like god wanted me to live, now I can go back to my life and find my self a girl. Yay! I'm alive!
With these thoughts still running at the speed of 20mph in my mind I flied back home and to safety.