Post by dk223 on Nov 4, 2005 0:10:09 GMT
Or The Sweet Smell of Death
He lazily buzzed his way through the open window, zig zagging as he went. Rising up to the ceiling he barrel rolled and came to a stop, standing watching the room for potential food, rubbing his legs together in front of him he looked this way and that, searching for his next target.
He twitched his wings and was off, spiralling downward to scope out the floor of the room, dodging in and out of chair legs he flew, turning left he flew along the edge of the bed and towards the door. He flapped his wings harder and flew faster and faster towards the door, at the last minute he pulled up and zoomed up the edge of the door so close that his legs brushed the paintwork. When he got to the top of the door he looped over and neatly landed on the door, stretching his wings out behind he he smiled smugly, it had been a rather nifty maneuver even if he did say so himself.
The world beneath him moved!! He struggled to keep his balance as the door was pushed futher open, he dropped down and clung to the door with all his might. Only when he was sure that it wasn't going to move did he risk opening his eyes again. Sitting on the bed was a human, big and tall and smelling tantalisingly good. He stood up and brushed the dust from his wings and lept off the door. He fell in a slow curve that brought him level with the humans head, as he got closer his nose twitched in excitement, Human sweat!! His favorite!! Closer and closer he flew, round and round the head of the human trying to find somewhere to land and taste the sweet nectar.
But the human had other ideas, slowly it reached to the table beside the bed and picked up a bottle, as he came back in for another attempt to land on the human he found himself choking. What was that smell? It smelt fruity and it clung to his wings making it hard to fly. Coughing he did his best to fly away and find some cover.
He landed on the floor he tried in vain to get his breath back, he couldn't see for the tears in his eyes but he knew the human was close, they never gave up that easily, he turned his head fro one side to the other trying to see where his foe was but he couldn't catch sight of them. He heard a Pfft Pfft noise from above him and turned his face to see what it was, but alas he was too late, the fine mist rained down on him coating his already slick wings so they were to heavy to lift, the cloying sickly sweet smell invaded his lungs and he had to fight to get his breath back. He tried to crawl away but the ground beneath him was to wet and he was stuck fast, the last thing he saw was a big black shape rushing closer and closer towards him until he lost consciousness and slipped away.
Ok so I'm story whoring my stuff
Eek! Has "Death" in the title - may have to pluck courage to read this later when in a less delicate mood. 
