She danced upon the shore, nestled between my twin enemies, sun and surf.  
Even on an overcast evening, I knew better.  The running water, saline as it was, would hold me back from her while the sun vaporized me.  Self-preservation is the core instinct of all living things, even those creatures no longer living.  
Her flaxen hair danced around her shoulders in the breeze beckoning.  The young woman splashed along the beach, the scent of her purity intoxicating.
My mind warred against every muscle in my body.  My need won out.
Euphoric, I flew at my victim, and my destruction.

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