An unwelcome guest

He came in the stealth of night. The red mist of the blood frenzy clouding his vision. His senses were heightened as he heard the gentle rise and fall of relaxed breathing fill the room. The warm air of the summer breeze echoed through the open window the method of his secret entry by cover of darkness.

His plan was simple,sneak in, do the job sneak out unseen. He waited assessing the seen ensuring there was no movement, no wakefulness no sign of consciousness.

Then he took the strike stabbing time and time again, none of them death blows yet each time dealing injury after injury. The blood pounded in his ears, as he was filled with a sudden euphoria. Weak from the exertion he tried to raise his now bloated bulk from his victim, he hurtled towards the window escape in sight, navigated the net curtain no match for his skills and disappeared into the night no one the wiser...

Cries of alarm filled the morning air...

The mosquito.