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The fog swirled hypnotically in a lazy almost breathing rhythm dance.
She clutched her arms close to her skin and listened intently to the area around her.
Not a sound penetrated the deep woods, or the fog.
The corner of her mouth lifted, her lips curled into a langorous smile.

And she dove into the water of the stream's kettle hole.
Her skin prickled at the feel of the chill water, and she surfaced and laughed.
Until she saw him standing there in the fog.

"I ah, appreciate the show and all but I don't think you'd like to get hypothermia from that water." he had his eye averted as she left the water.
She had a disappointed look on her face.
Instead of walking back to the heap of her clothing, she wandered up to where he stood, her feet silent on the abundant moss that padded the ground.
He vaguely sensed movement out of the corner of his eye and jumped, startled, when he looked to his right and saw her leaning on the tree next to him.
"No, I'm not all that modest. Why did you come here on this day?"
The sun had quit shining in the ravine several hours before, and a slight chill was in the air.
Which was strange to his thinking because he was freezing and she was as bare as a ..
"Huh?" he interrupted his own train of thought in an attempt to answer her question, "I always wander up here, to have a place to think. What brings you up here? Never seen anyone at the Devil's Kettle before."
He dug his hands into his pockets and looked away.
"Your collar seems too tight, are you sure that shirt fitsright?"
"What?" he spluttered. Why the interest in his collar? And even if it did choke the daylights out of him, it was his favorite shirt.
"I often come here, when I want to swim and be alone. To be comfortable in my own skin, you could say."
Ah, an answer.
"Well, now that you mention it, yes. The collar does choke the crap outta me." He unbuttoned the collar and rubbed his throat for a few seconds.
"Here, let me. I did train as a massuese once."
He hesitated, but it was too late, her hands were soft, and circled on the sides of his neck mimicking the swirls of the fog.
It did not take long for his mind to wander and be lulled into complete unawareness. The last few things he remembered were feeling her breath near his ear, lips brush his neck.
And then darkness.
Swirling darkness drifted over him as her arms circled him.
And he knew no more.

The huntress vampire gave the limp face a tender kiss, smoothed back his hair, and brought his unconscious form with her back to her lair.
After all, a good hunt needed the right bait.