Flash Stories, Part 7

I wonder if that beautiful angel is doing alright. Does she know I am what I am, a demon of the night? I have to be careful, if I get to close, it may end badly for us both. I cannot let her find out who I truly am, for then she will no longer love me. If she knew, how badly I wish to sink my teeth into that pure neck of hers, she would go berserk. I need to see her again, see if she's alright. There she is, up in that tree, she seems to be sleeping. I wonder what she dreams about, or what she thinks about when she's awake. Am I on her mind?