Chris' Home
9:15 A.M.
9:15 A.M.
Chris pulled the towel around her as she stepped out of the shower. She sighed when she looked in the mirror, seeing nothing but blood-red eyes and fangs. "Time for blood..." She muttered. After drying off, she went into her room, pulling on her usual punk outfit, something like a school uniform. She grabbed her sunglasses, her bag, and keys, and then left the small apartment. She walked down the street, checking everyone out. Most of the guys had one thing on their mind: Sex.
Typical of the males, she wasn't surprised. Most of the women were worrying about something other, mainly dinner. One male in particular stood out to her: He was thinking only about trapping the woman in front of him.
A stalker? Perhaps. Or maybe just a rapist. She pushed a little deeper into his mind. Definitely just a rapist. She grimaced in disgust, and managed to catch his eye. She winked, and it worked. All of his thoughts immediately went to her, all but forgetting the other woman. She led him away, and eventually turned down a dark alley. The male then had one thought: Stupid girl...she's mine.
He followed her, and caught her from behind. She acted out the part for about a minute, playing the scared young woman. Then she laughed. "And you think I'm the stupid one. Gotcha, sicko."
Ten minutes later, Chris walked out o the alleyway, fangs sheathed and hunger sedated.