Monster

This isn't really a story. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2o6t-0fU10 From the point of view of the Vampyroteuthis squid. Just two paragraphs

They call me a monster, a demon. I can't see myself to verify or discount the accusations. To be quite honest, from what I could see I thought I was quite beautiful. I move fluidly, though, I cannot perceive where I am going. And often the only thing I can see is the glow of my own luminescence, as it reflects on the snow, others consider nourishment.

Maybe, I am a demon. While others spend their time floating about feeding on the suspended nourishment, I must constantly scower  the vast area, searching for another being to embrace. Though, my embrace is not something desired, as I do my teeth and talons puncture their delicate exterior, labeling me a monster.