The night air was thick and heavy, but I had one purpose—to find blood. Not just to feast, but to create, to lay my eggs and continue the cycle. The woman lay in her room, deeply asleep, her windows wide open—a perfect setup: warm, still, and blissfully unaware of her role in my plan.

I hovered closer, my proboscis ready, hunger gnawing at me. My body ached with the need to feed—without her blood, my eggs would remain unformed, my purpose unfulfilled. Just one bite, and I could begin the process. I deserved this. It was my right.

As I prepared to pierce her skin, a sudden heat coursed through me, more intense than anything I’d felt before. My wings faltered, my legs twisted, and my body grew heavier, larger, unnatural. I collapsed on top of the human, gasping, my senses overwhelmed.

When I looked down, I froze. My delicate legs were gone, replaced by limbs—human limbs. My proboscis had vanished, and with it, my simple ability to feed.

"What the... What am I?" I said

Suddenly, the woman’s eyes began to flutter open, probably sensing the weight of my presence on her. Oh shoot… I’m dead. She’s waking up.