Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.
The ageless Bea had done everything she could to fish the bait.
She was at the village pub yesterday looking for fishes. Fishes, as always, stick together with the same species. She spotted a group of 20 year olds.
Bea transformed into a beautiful young girl and approached the group. As it always happens, they became interested in her. She mentioned casually that she goes fishing on Wednesdays in the evenings.
It was Wednesday today and she was at Fool’s Lake fishing. She was hoping someone will turn up. Those boys looked tasty and it was months now since she had had her favorite drink – human blood.
The sun was setting and she was giving up hope, when she saw two of the boys coming towards her.
Bea gave a broad smile and called out, ‘Hello boys!’