The scene outside the window was blurred by lines of water,the sound of the raindrops on the tin roof rumbled as if there was an artillery barrage, each drop it's own thunder as it fell. The rain pounded down relentlessly, blowing side ways from the strength of the wind.
Saint Hunna shivered involuntarily as cold wind blows through the window replacing her body heat. Hunna awoke for a moment,she lay curled on her bed listening to the sound of the raindrops. She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard, feeling cold hand move up to her chest, it was cold and dark,her face burned hot, that familiar cold feeling washed over her with a wave that was staggering.
Hunna got up looking for the candle she had kept close to her bed. The lightning flashes from the sky brought some comfort, Hunna kept surveying for the candle. The room darkened, thunder pealed, lightning flashes and bloody eyes stared back at her. Shivers saint Hunna felt them,they had nothing to do with cold, not these shivers, she hugged her arms about herself taking few steps backwards as she felt someone behind her, soft breeze carried a faint familiar odor, making her think back two years or more, it smells like death, it was gone before she could identify it closing her eyes she made short prayers.
Cold fingers clutched at her heart, claws cutting into her flesh through her nightwear, Hunna gasped, pain ripping through her, she felt her clothes dropped to the ground, Hunna was bare, helpless and weak, legs gave way but was cought with strong bonny hands. Being embraced from behind she suddenly felt sharp pain on her neck, fangs tearing her skin, heartbeat faint and slow.
"LORD" She cried "Please am a nun'" Hunna spoke in faint voice "This is sinful" Hunna wepts reaching out for her cross
"It ain't sinful Hunna, this is meant to be" Hunna froze at the voice, unable to determine if it was the demon who spoke.