The sound
Unadulterated evil, permeating the space around her
Dead silence
Not a peep from a single night creature

The Stars
Big and bright
Bouncing off the dew-soaked leaves
Jewels sparkling in the night

The Cold
A pervasive, annoying chill
Not enough to freeze your ass
Just enough to make you not want to stand still

The Hunters
Wary men, predators waiting for the prey to move
A neck tie party of sorts 
Music's on and nobody's rushing to groove

The Hunted
A woman
Tall and slim
With skin and hair the color of charcoal
Big round eyes
The color of burnished gold
Armed to the teeth
A warrior
With sandaled feet
Fighting force of one
Cloaked by darkness
The ultimate chameleon

The game
Fetch the witchy bitch, dead or alive
The arrogant rebel
Doing whatever the hell it takes to survive

The numbers
Six to one
Even money
If I were a betting man

The prologue
Sunny, cloud-free day, six weeks later
Her face and an updated bounty
Etched on a newly minted wanted poster

Dru...

Girl I'd like to get to know you