Author's Note: Yes, I am addicted to drabbles lately. I've realized how good of an excercize it is for me as a writer to fit a story in 100 words. I actually had trouble making this one long enough; the story fit itself in abotu 83. So I got to add a bit and have some fun ;)
This was yet another thing that I wrote for fanfic100_claim (which I STILL don't know how to post in :P), my fourth (and it will be posted on my LJ eventually...). My prompt was "food", and so is the title, because I couldn't come up with a better one :P.
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Food
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The wraith glared at the woman lying helpless on the ground before him, choking harsh gasps, her life draining away. His prey.
"What is your name?" he asked. "Tell me so that I may know who I have killed."
"Teyla Emmagan," she gritted fiercely. "And I will not die."
"I disagree," he hissed, pulling back his hand, preparing to feed. Her eyes widened.
As his hand decended, a blinding burst of light enveloped her body, and she disappeared. His hand slammed painfully into the ground.
He snarled angrily, furious at being deprived of his meal. But his prey was gone.