She stands at the end of his bed hungry, thirsty for his blood. She creeps closer and closer making no sound at all. She crawls onto him and readies her fangs to sink into the old man’s jugular.

“What are doing?” he asked. She sighed, she had hoped this would be a quick easy meal but he is awake now.

“I’m going to drain you of all your blood,” was her chilling response to his frightened question.

“Why?”

“Because I am hungry and need to eat.”

“Then why do you drain human blood when you could have cows’ blood instead?” he feverously asked.

Feeling slightly amused by the man’s desperate pleas, she coldly answered him as truthfully as she knew how. “Human blood tastes better to me than that of a cow.”

“But killing a person is murder, and murder is wrong!” exclaimed the elderly gentlemen.

“How is it wrong? You kill cows to eat them because you think they are tasty, which is merely what I am doing now!” was her response to his statement. She was starting to get annoyed with her prey’s whining.

“But a cow is an animal, and people are not!”

Laughing hysterically and once again amused she replies to the old fool.

“Not animals? How are people not animals?”

“We are not animals because we are capable of love and compassion,” he explained.

“Love and compassion are not unique to the human race. There are many stories showing that other species are also capable of these feelings,” she said in a tone that scared the old man even further. Not wanting to die he quickly said, “We are different because we are capable of great evil.”

“Oh you are, are you?” she asked condescendingly, “And what would these great acts of evil be exactly?”

“We slaughter our own kind for greed, spite and lust.”

“So do many other animals, greed is only natural. It is how creatures survive, they often take more than they need and will usually kill each other over food, territory or females,” she said coldly. She was beginning to lose patience with the old man, even if she was curious about the direction of the conversation.

“Then what makes us different from animals is that we use tools,” although he wasn’t sure if he had made a statement or asked his potential killer a question.

“Again many species are known to use rocks and sticks to gather food. Some species even throw rocks as weapons, so I will ask you again how is it that humans are different from other animals?” She was beginning to get bored now and it showed. This made him shiver with fear as he said “We can create things such as artwork.”

“Give any animal some paint and a canvas and they will make artwork as well,” snapped the woman.

“Yes that is true,” he said now with no hope left in his eyes, “but can they build a civilization with culture?”

“Yes, many insects build upon their nests for generations, pack animals have hierarchy, and some animals even have a concept of life and death.”

Too hungry and annoyed to toy with her meal anymore she moved quickly towards his neck and with a whisper said, “humans though are different. Humans are the only species on the planet to be arrogant enough to think themselves above the natural order.”

With a whimper from the old man, she sunk her fangs into him draining him of his blood.