_It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down, but so far I have been careful to only leave the belfry just before the bell tolls and so far no one has noticed me. _

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_The few occasions I haven’t made my exit in time the vibrations have rattled my teeth and it became difficult to adequately bite down. The days that followed I would grow weak and transformation and flight would become difficult. I would find myself feasting on small forest creatures until I recovered. _

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_Lately, however I’ve been perfecting my timing and life up here has been wonderful. I watch from above the town square and when the moment is right I swoop in and take what ever it is that I am after. I own the night. _

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_It took me a moment to adjust to this new town but I think I could make it mine, at least for now. I’ll bleed it dry in a few months time and move on to the next one just as I always do. _

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_May the moonlight fill your darkest nights. _

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With these final words inked onto the page in a refined calligraphy, pale fingers folded the letter and slipped it into an awaiting envelope.

A bell tolled steady and deep not far away. A shadowy figure flitted down the alleyway, footsteps echoing on the stone street corner as if just barely making contact with the ground.

Under the shifting moonlight it slipped the letter into a mailbox, vanishing into the night before the letter came to a rest at the bottom. The final bell toll rung out shaking the trees as it did.