She comes at night, the very moment you fall asleep... Silently hovering over your bed, and then landing next to it. She whispers... 'Don't worry, it won't hurt... But you'll go mad from the itchy feeling in the morning~' Searching a nice soft spot to bite... She finds it, and bites down, drinking just enough for her to feed her eggs. She then lets go, and quietly flies out of your room...
I... Hate... Mosquito's... Yet for some reason, they LOVE me. Well, they love my blood.
It's annoying, but hey, at least they gave me some inspiration.
Monica;
Mosquito Lady; Hello my dear moth... *grins* Don't you worry, I'm all filled up with blood, couldn't take another sip.