Seekers of The Night

She could feel his teeth bite into the fragile skin of her neck. An uncomfortable moan escaped her mouth as she arched her neck towards him. A satisfied moan came out of him as the red liquid ran from the open wound. Then the dreaded sucking sound began. Running a hand down the wall behind her. He pushed her further into the wall. Deeper into the dark corner of the closet they were in. Black was always his favorite color, black for night. He was like an owl. Loving the night, and when the day came around, he would slink back to dark corners.