Slipping out of the shadows and passing beneath rows upon rows of books, Lynn allowed his finger to glide along the bookshelves, his finger gently thumping against the books as she walked slowly towards her favorite spot. He often spent his days here between classes, hiding in the shadows like a predator waiting for his prey. She sat down in her favorite red crushed velvet armchair with her leg folded to rest her ankle atop the knee. 
His head tilted back and he exhaled to the open air. He stared at the ceiling, drinking in the memories of the night. Her sweaty body rubbing against several others, licking the sensations of human men and women alike. A smirk formed on her lips, and he brought his head back down. Her long hair fell all over his face, the crimson not unlike the red velvet he sat against. A deep, throaty chuckle emerged from her soft lips, and his laugh increased until it echoed throughout the bookshelves.
Who would be the prey today?