Feeling lonely and sad, he walks into the bar for a drink.

The bartender pours him a shot of liquid fire.

He throws it back and then orders another.

He tries desperately to numb the empty filling inside his soul.

Four drinks in, she pulls up a bar still next to him and flashes

a brilliant white smile. He had never seen a woman so lovely. Her hair hung in ebony waves to her waist.

Her skin is dark and as smooth as moonstone, and her lips bright red, but blossom soft. Her eyes as

pale as the bluest summer sky sparkled, and when she spoke, he was lost. He had forgotten

the emptiness, he even forgot his own name, as he stared at her with his mouth agape.

She caught his stare and she smiled at him, tipping her glass before she walked away.

She paused and turned back for a moment and then disappeared into the crowd.

He never approached her. He never got the nerve,

but he carried that smile and the sway of her beautiful perfect body as she walked away,

home with him. He wouldn't be able to have a woman like that, not in this lifetime. But he could have her in his dreams.

That was his flawed way of thinking.

That was where he was wrong.

She was a hunter, and she prayed on the week.

She had found her prey.

She would meet him later that night in the world of his dreams, and there she would drink

him like a fountain until he ran dry.

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