Xanthous Core #470

I was naked, paralyzed. The creature loomed over me, its wispy fingers grazing over my bare breasts. It hissed, leaning down so that its incomprehensible, shifting visage was inches from my face. I could smell blood on it—a thick metallic flavor in the air. With every breath, it seemed to grow more real, solidifying into some kind of fleshy shape beneath the shawl of smoke. It needed my blood to become whole.