((Author Note: This is my first one-shot. I chose Zubat because I rather like the little bloodsucker.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. They are owned by Nintendo and Satoshi Tajiri.))

I am but a simple Zubat

I am but a simple Zubat. I sleep at day, I fly by night. I feed on the blood of others, as I am heading out to do right now.

I dislodge myself from the ceiling of the cave, and immediately fire a supersonic to find the exit. The sound waves bounce back, and the image presented into my mind displays a wall, and an opening. I fire again, just for good measure, and I fly out.

It is cold out, but I ignore it: the cave is much colder, and I've found that I have become used to its chilling temperature. I fly through the forest, my wings sounding flit, flit with each jerk of my joints.

At the end of the path I am flying, I notice you. Well, my supersonic does. I hear water nearby: You must be sitting next to a stream. Verified.

You don't notice me. I stay behind you, several feet, in fact, so this is an easy task. You are sitting, and your feet are dipped in the water. Your breathing is relaxed, and you make scarce any movement.

I come closer, gliding now. I have to keep quiet, after all. If I am to feed from you, I have to not give you any reason to flee before I start, right?

I am in luck: your neck is exposed. I notice the shirt you are wearing does not cover your arms and up in the slightest. You made this much easier for me, since I do not have to go find someone or something else to bite. You are also a bit disoriented: I thank my supersonic for that, and that you were so easily susceptible to it.

I still my wings, keeping them extended, and the wind pushes me towards you. I open my mouth wider, and I feel saliva drip off my fangs. You still take no notice, and for that, I thank you.

As soon as my wing taps your head, I have already pierced the skin of your neck, and begun to drink. I taste a somewhat high amount of iron in your blood. I am reminded of when I was fighting a trainer's Mawile. My teeth hurt so much that day…

Back to you. Your blood fills my mouth, still managing to flow where it needs to go in your body thanks to something in my spit. The taste is delicious: I had drunken very little these past few days.

I drink my fill, and release you from my fangs. I fly back a bit, my supersonic picking up you placing your hand on your neck.

Strange.

I feel very odd. A glow shines from me, and I feel myself change. I realize I am evolving.

My legs thicken, and the tips partially split into two, heading in opposite directions. My body and head merge, both flattening to make myself wider, and stretching to make myself taller. My fangs grow larger as my mouth becomes large. My tongue also enlarges. My wings become broader, and…I open newly formed eyes.

I look at you, hand still on your neck. The bit of blood that trickles down your neck stains your outfit. I kind of like it, for some reason.

Suddenly, a rumbling escapes my stomach. Strange…I had just eaten. Well, I just ate enough to fill me as a Zubat. I am a Golbat, now.

I look at you, and I chuckle. I guess you'll do again. I fire a supersonic, and its heightened power serves to confuse you greatly. I move towards you again, fangs ready to open the way to more blood to fill me.

I was but a simple Zubat. Now, I am but a simple Golbat. Nothing really has changed since I have evolved. I still sleep by day, fly by night. I still feed on the blood of others. Just more of it is taken each time I feed. I don't mind. You might.

End

((Author Note: So, what did you think? Please review. I enjoy reviews, especially if they have constructive criticism.

-Daikoren Runa))