Snippet #1936869

Kilana let out a long breath. The papers in her hand felt flimsy as she organized them, she had never really understood it, but that wasn't her job. Her job was just to help people on the phone, and organize stacks of extremely boring paper. Her office wasn't really a office, more like a little space with a old desk. A creaking chair, cold coffee, squealing filing cabinets, and small gray walls that separated her from the other workers with her same job. Kilana’s medium brown eyes darted to the window for a split second, the sun was starting to set and then she would be able to finally leave. She was scheduled to work from 6am to 8pm, Monday through Friday. It wasn't that bad, in fact it was re leaving that she didn't have to walk out in full blown sunlight. But sometimes, she just liked having the heat engulf her. Warming her cold skin, even though she had to wear slight sun screen, it didn't matter.

A buzzer went off, signaling the end of her daydreaming a the work day for Wing 2. She stood, gathering the rest of her paper into neat files and unwrinkling her creased up knee skirt. Her blouse felt somewhat plastered to her back as she stood. Feeling a bit self-conscious she grabbed her leather jacket, witch did not go very well with the sophisticated outfit she had on. She moved through the walk way, scooting in between people and finally into the parking lot. She moved to her Harley bike. Witch she knew it wasn't very smart to be riding in stiletto heels, long black knee skirt, and light blue blouse. But, what the hell? It wasn't like it was the weirdest thing to see in Las Vegas, right? The sun was still still slightly up, but just setting. Making the sky dance with pinks and light blues. But from the horrible fog from the big city, you could barely enjoy the view. As the last of the workers pulled away in the ranging of sports cars to ban wagons, she pulled up her skirt, revealing long shaved legs. Pulling one leg neatly over the other she hitched onto her bike, and ram the engine. Making a noise so loud it could pop someone's ear drums. But luckily for Kilana, she was quite used to it.

Kilana drove a few miles north, turning ever so often until she reached her street. Not to bad for Las Vegas, but not one of the “best” neighborhoods around. She pulled out her key to her studio apartment, unlocking the door with a click, she heard Dracula's meow. Her black tom cat sat on the couch, waiting for her as he usually did whenever she came home for her to feed him. It had taken a total of three cats for her to control her will power to not “feast”, but she has had Dracula for about three years now. And was very proud of that. After filling up his bowl and taking a nap on the couch with the radio on, it was about 12am. Las Vegas had just became the full blown sin city. She usually fasted for about three days, but then she couldn't stand the hunger cramps, and then she would take herself “out to eat” to a local club or casino.

Tonight she decided to go to a club, the bartender there was actually quite nice and never really told her to leave whenever she would just order water. She moved to her rooms, glancing at her neatly made bed that Dracula had claimed. Who was now looking up with his amber eyes at who had disrupted his sleep. Usually cats would always hiss at Kilana, and to tell the truth, she would hiss back with her teeth. But Dracula was probably one of the calmest cats she had had before. She picked out a black dress that went about halfway down her thigh then stopped. Making her legs look much longer then what they were, her black stilettos witch stilettos were very normal on her feet now, and her black cross necklace that she would always wear. She went into the bathroom, brushing out the very few knots from her short layered brown, black, and red hair. Teasing it slightly, knowing it would probably just get ruined on the car ride there. Well not exactly ruined, it gave her the “sexy bedhead look”, witch looked better on her then on most guys. She put on light red lipstick and thin black eye-liner. And headed for the club. Her stomach rumbling in anticipation.

When she got there, she noticed that the club was already packed more than usual, witch was always easier to hunt in. Moving her legs, making her hips move in a swaying motion, she entered the club. A few men glanced up to look at her, and a few woman. It didn't really matter to Kilana, as long as they gave her what nutrition’s she needed. She glanced around for a moment, spotting a woman with long blonde hair. No, it looks as though she might “not be clean”, Kilana thought to herself and spotted a nerdy looking guy. A very protrusive Adam’s apple, overly thin body, short curly red hair, and freckles. How he got in this club, she had no idea. Just that she had found her next meal. She made a quick gesture by rubbing her thumb along her sharp lizard teeth and moved forward. Lightly sitting beside the man.

“Hi, I'm Amy.” Kilana lied, glancing at the red head. She had learned many times, never tell prey your name, or if you do, tell them a fake one. She gave a flirty smile, being sure not to show her lizard teeth. The man slightly blushed. “I-I'm Eric.” He stuttered, looking at the Kilana's lips. She thought for a split second that her teeth were showing, but dismissed it. She would notice, and he would of already said something. He must be looking at my lips... She thought to herself, making her lips move into a very soft smile. “Are you here with someone?” She asked, cocking her head. “Well... I- Uh... I'm supposed to meet my sister...” He trailed off as another girl walked in. Long, pretty red hair, not like Eric's. A petite nose and full lips. She was pretty. “Eric, come one, were going to be late!” She exclaimed and grabbed Eric's hand. Not paying any attention to the pretty biker girl beside him. “I- Uh, s-sorry!” He called back, obviously not used to girl talking to him. “Ugh!” Kilana exclaimed, annoyed that her dinner got away. Her stomach made out a very loud protest but she hushed it in he mind. There were still many different meals here. She looked up at James who made a wide smile. “Got brushed off again?” He asked and chuckled. Used to the girl coming here ever so often.

“Eh, he wasn't that much of a looker anyway...” Kilana trailed off, wishing she had a drink in her hand. As if reading her mind, James got out a liquor bottle and poured her a shot. “On the house.” He said with a smirk. She had never really thought about ever really “eating” James, but now that she was hungry, and he seemed hungry in his own ways, it seemed like maybe it was a good idea. But she knew better, and that her instincts would most likely win over. She shrugged and quickly drank it, letting the liquid burn her throat she stood. “I couldn't of come anyway, I got work tomorrow.” Kilana exclaimed, turning around so that James knew she was talking to him. “Before you leave Kilana, could I get your number. You know, just in case the red head comes to ask for it.” James slily asked, with a smirk at his own joke. “Very funny.” Kilana said. “And just for that, you don't get it.” She said with a fake evil smirk and walked out. She was hungry, yes. She had a horrible need for flesh at this moment, yes. But she didn't want to kill the bartender.

Instead a drunk that stumbled out of the bar caught her attention. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and for a moment she didn't know what she was doing. All of her muscle controls were out of her handle. She shoved the drunk up against the front of the bar. His eyes had a glint of wonder, as if he were debating on whether to be scared or turned on. With the little sense she had left, she took his collar in her hand and shoved him into the alley with little strength. He tumbled to the ground. He started to get a bit scared now, she could see it in his eyes. But she couldn't stop, her vampire senses have kicked in, and she couldn't stop them, for the life of her. She jumped on him, and with little mercy lunged at his throat. Her razor sharp teeth embedded themselves into his soft flesh, feeling like a knife through butter. And with one thrust, his throat was fully ripped out. Blood covering the pavement before the man could scream.

By the time her vampire senses were completely tapped out, and her own senses had come back. She couldn't help but cry. Not a huge balling wail, but just silently cry. She didn't know what time it was, just that she didn't really care. She had already cleaned up the alley, but her black dress had blood splattered all over it, some one her skin as well. Even though she was stuffed, she felt horrible. She usually just ate from blood banks and flesh doners, but that wasn't always enough to satisfy the hunter in her vampire form. It would just randomly take charge and attack, and there was nothing she really could do about it. She moved from out of the alley, and into the street. The club was still packed, so it couldn't of been that long she was in that state. She wiped her face, and fixed her hair. But all she could think about was that man. And the most haunting question on her mind was; Did he even have a family expecting him to be home?