Could there be nothing more displeasing, sickening and hateful as your presence? So dark and small, so feeble and vulnerable; you live off my blood and I shall avenge by claiming yours.

Fly to wherever you want, I'll be following. My watchful eye is upon you; your every move is noted. To the ceiling or wall or any other location, this game of hide and seek will end with the mark of your blood.

Prior to today, I was unaware of your existence. To your advantage, you attacked an oblivious me. I awoke then to the implications and a new hunger for revenge. Victorious you believe yourself to be smiling away in a sly manner. The scare you left are a reminder of what needs to be achieved-your death.

At last I have you cornered. I laugh at your desperation. Oh what to do when death nears? SMACK. Too late as there's no time for an action or even thought. You're gone, you're dead, you're vacant; all that remains is a stain of your blood.

My hunger is filled. The sight of your blood so satisfying.