Her fingers fly through the pages, another day, another mark, another meal.

“Most Eligible Bachelors in Manila.” Today was looking extra delicious.

Her top mark was Arrevelo Moreno, founder of Noir Wines. The article called him “The next big thing in the F&B industry.”

A connoisseur, this one might prove a challenge and a challenge is all that she needed.

See, she had perfected her game stretching centuries back, it was all too easy in the past to scrounge for her next meal.

She was beautiful, and sometimes that was enough.

But enough was never enough.

Through the years she had gotten bored of eating for survival. She called others like her ‘Pathetic’ for being guided by their stomachs.

The tender light from the moon illuminated her room and settled on a barong that lay in the corner of her room.

What was his name again?

Hidalgo or something close. She was just a young waif then, having recently been initiated in the ways of those like her.

He was a nervous young man, never believing that he was handsome or accomplished enough for her. Those things didn’t matter to her then. Once she saw how healthy and well-fed he was her belly grumbled.

And then came the nights.

The sunlight was her enemy, temporarily negating her powers. But it was easy enough to excuse herself from the day by saying she had ’sensitive’ skin. Her fiancé believed her of course, anything out of her mouth was gospel to him.

She prepared herself for the first night, remembering the words of her elders.

There were two ways to feed, one was to let her tongue taper to that of a needle and prick her victim’s neck. Another way (and one she preferred) was to insert her tongue into her victim’s mouth and imbibe the flowing blood, making it look like she was passionately kissing him.

How many times had she kissed a man like that, she wondered? Hundreds, thousands?

That was the truth of youth, at least with her kind. Feeding was their only prerogative, everything else was secondary.

Until it became boring.

Seduce. Feed. Flee. Repeat.

It was on the advent of this century that she decided to challenge herself.

Her victims became more and more powerful.

Artists, politicians, businessmen, the more famous the better. It was the thrill of almost being caught that fueled her frenzy.

Of course that meant she needed to change as well.

She never had to deal with camera phones centuries prior but that was part of the fun.

It was amazing what she could do with a little makeup and some wigs. No one that knew her had ever seen her real face.

But back to Arrevelo. It seemed that he fancied the nightlife around the district of Poblacion. The word through the grapevine was that he was always at one specific bar he would always go to.

Now what did he like? Research was almost as fun as finishing the hunt.

She searched through the society magazines, social media and random rumors to get an idea of what he was looking for, physically at least.

Slim, Morena and artsy, that was his last girlfriend. And his last before that. Sometimes this was too easy.

Going up to him was no issue, he was already inebriated by the time she got to him. The thick smell of his cologne was suffocating, but she was in too deep to disengage.

They couldn’t hear each other over the roar of the music which was wonderful. Small talk made her skin crawl.

She kissed him right on the dance floor, her tongue the thrill was indescribable, feeding right in front of everyone at the bar.

The rest of the bar patrons cheered as they kissed in the dim light. She took him by the hand and lead him out of the bar into a nearby alley.

It was already at its peak point, she could not resist the hunger anymore. She forced her tongue down his throat and reveled in the sweet taste of blood.

Her blouse was stained wine-red as she observed the grisly scene. It was still dark out and this meant she was able to transform into her bird-form.

She flew, barreling down the skyscrapers and taking in the few stars that were visible.

This was the best day of her life.

Until the next one.

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Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Inspired by the Mandurugo description in The Creatures of Philippine Lower Mythology, Maximo Ramos, Phoenix Publishing, 1990 and 101 Kagila-gilalas na Nilalang. Samar. 2015

Anggitay Illustration by Abe Joncel Guevarra
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Every night he hears the songs from the apartment beside him. They’re not all the same, some nights it’s a quiet melody, almost like a love song. Other nights it’s a loud aria. But it’s always the same voice. Her voice.

5E, he always wished he was brave enough to knock on that door and see for himself. Dax tried to imagine what she looked like, but the only descriptions he could ever get from his neighbors weren’t helpful.

Lola Anding who lived in the building the longest said the woman had long hair, though she only ever saw it from the back. “She never liked to small talk with the rest of us, I don’t blame her.” Lola Anding smiled “I remember when she moved in, all the young men would go to her door and bother her all day and night. Most of them left the building after she wouldn’t answer them. “

He asked Jaime, who lived a floor above if there was anything he could tell him about the woman. “Don’t bother. I tried too.” Was all he told Dax.

Nadine had more to say. She lived in the unit across Dax and liked to gossip. “She’s rich or feeling rich. The few times I saw her she would have really expensive jewelry around her neck, gold and diamonds. It’s probably fake, Tito Deng on the 3rd floor said she told him that she worked as a guard! I don’t know who she’s trying to fool. She probably works as an escort.”

The last person Dax talked to was Alfonso. He only spent his time in the building, especially after his brother went missing. “She’s beautiful.” Alfonso’s voice was cold “That’s what Kuya told me. He always tried to bring her flowers, but she never opened the door for him. I think he was in love with her, but she never even noticed him.”

Dax tried to draw her. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine her beauty. Her hair flowed like a waterfall gently falling over her shoulders. Her hands moved through it, like shooting stars across the night sky. He thought of her walk, when the wind would move to guide her way. Her smile, her lips, her nose were perfect, almost as if they were made to make his heart pause. Dax finished his sketch and dropped his pencil. He didn’t know why he drew her eyes with such cruelty, she stared at him with a look that reminded him of envy.

That night he stood across the door to apartment 5E and told himself it was time to try. Dax knocked on the door and was prepared to wait in silence.

That is, until the door opened.

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Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza

Inspired by the Boringkantada description in Bikol Beliefs and Folkways: A Showcase of Tradition. Nasayao 2010.

Boringkantada Illustration by by emirajuju
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Watercolor by Catherine Chiu
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