I emerge on the dance floor, no one is yet aware of the body that has fallen outside, it is behind the barn. Only those in the loft would have heard, and they weren’t paying attention. I smile malevolently, filled with warmth. I am positively glowing. I move back onto the dance floor.

I realize now that the alcohol in another’s blood affects me, and I enjoy it. I dance with carefree abandon, letting the others swirl around me. I dance with a few people before choosing my next target, a girl. She is not beautiful, but pretty enough. I can tell by the way she stands, the way she looks around, she is not after the men here. I move toward her, take her hand, and draw her from the wall, smiling all the while. This one I will take on the dance floor.

We’re all over each other, constant motion, it’s amazing. I bury my face in her neck, she’s taller than I am, so it’s very easy. I whisper sweet things in her ear, things I will do later- she does not know that later doesn’t exist.

It is delicious, quick and quiet.