I am running so fast with my red-headed mate and a friend of ours we met over a hundred years ago that mere humans cannot see us with their poor eyesight. We came from Ontario and are heading north. This thunderstorm is perfect for our kind to be out when we hear the sound of people playing baseball so we run over to them and with my perfect eyesight, I can tell that they are just like us. My friend tells them our names and asks them if we can join when the wind changes direction and that’s when I smell it. The scent of warm blood pumping, I must drink from the girl who is giving off that beautiful scent. I don’t care what my friend told them! I want her; she is my newest obsession and nobody will stop me from getting her. The hunt begins tonight.