Counter Attack.
“I think we are doing more harm than good. The humans are losing.” Misty glanced over her shoulder at the c*****e the attack had produced. Though she still gorged herself on the raw emotions filling the area, they left a bitter aftertaste. For centuries she fed on the anonymous, those in pain that were strangers to her, and enjoyed it. She never enjoyed pain for pain’s sake, if not for staying alive she would have preferred to be a party girl like Crystal. It just so happened she was the negative to her positive. She heard once that happiness needed sadness to make happiness seem good, or something like that, she couldn’t remember like she used to. “Crystal dear… I am having a hard time remembering things, are you?”
Crystal seemed lost in thought. Misty had been shaken by
