Answer:
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I stink up your breath and fights evil vampires
I am full of holes but still hold water. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.