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Created on: May 29, 2011
It snuck from the shadowy cracks in the rock below. It skulked through moonlight toward a boat bobbing innocently on the water away from the safety of the docks.
Beneath murky water the sound of music filtered downward. It watched with dark eyes centered with hourglass pupils. Up it rose to the boat where a handful of young adults were having a night party away from protection of dry land.
Gray fingers pressed against the boat, a yacht if it remembered correctly. A tentacle curled up along the boat, moonlight playing off reflective specks scattered over the rubbery, wet flesh, flickering with shades of green and blue. More tentacles flowed up the side of the boat and the fingers slid higher to grip the edge of the deck.
Eyes peeked at the people. Wet black hair was plastered to a slender back, curling against the line where gray skin met black flesh. From the waist up, it was almost human with eyes that were large and features that were doll-like.
It clung to the boat in the shadows and watched them. The burning scent of alcohol hung in the air. A promise of easy prey.
It waited for hours before one of them stumbled toward the rear of the boat. It lowered back to the water. With a flick of tentacles it propelled itself toward where the woman sat on a lounge chair.
It stole up the side of the boat as she shut her eyes, passing out. It slid silently over the railing and drew toward her.
It gripped the arm of the chair and came up to sit on the edge. It leaned over the woman. Lips turned upward and parted, revealing a grim smile of dainty, razor sharp teeth. It cupped her face and pressed breasts to breasts. Pressing lips against a tender throat it folded one hand over her mouth and bit.
Red poured across them.
It drew back, a satisfied glimmer inside deadly eyes. It dragged its catch to the railing and shoved it over with a soft splash. Blood spread through the water and it dragged the corpse back to its den below.
On the boat, it left blood and a handful of humans who would never be able to explain what happened.
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