Prey

She emerged into the frozen night from her grave in the grounds of Reading Minster, and drifted along the alleyway that led to Broad Street. The lighting on Broad street hurt her eyes, and made her sallow skin uncomfortable, so she turned away. Her keen senses told her that prey was nearby. Keeping warm behind one of the shops where warm air came out of the building.

She slithered above the snow along Minster street. The prey was asleep. Its gentle snoring barely discernible above the quiet hum of the fans blowing warm air across it. The smell was intoxicating.