He returned home quite late that day. And he was very tired.
She had been waiting from the morning for the prey, hiding behind the curtains.
He took out his drink from the bar slowly and switched on the television. She waited him to be seated in his lounge sofa, before attacking him. She struck him right at the back of his neck.
But he was very swift.
In a swift motion of his hand, he slapped her down to the ground.
She lay in the pool of his blood she sucked few seconds ago, while he enjoyed his drink.
NB: Inspired by a similar micro fiction read in some of the blogs I read occasionally..