Snippet #2380157

Malice Whateley

Malice stormed through the streets, the familiar cynical anger burning inside of her. The desire to cause anguish in the life of another was already consuming her and she was actively scoping out for someone to destroy. After walking several streets Malice eventually came across someone else, a girl in her early twenties by the appearance of things and gathering by her dress she was obviously one of the cities many prostitutes.

Smiling coldly to herself Malice approached the girl, it appeared she was alone but it wouldn’t have mattered either way, it wasn’t the girl she wanted. No, that was far too simple. Getting closer over the prostitutes dead eyes fell upon her. “Hey honey looking for a good time?” she asked, through a husky voice.

“No love, I want to talk to your boss.” Malice answered her bloodlust already beginning to rise.

“He’s not around baby but I could do more than any man to satisfy you.” The whore reiterated taking a step closer to the pale vampire.

“Perhaps eventually you could prove your ability to me however for now. I’d like to speak to your boss.” Malice answered again, taking a cigarette from your jacket, her ears already pricking up at the sound of an engine coming from down the street as it slowly made its way towards the two women.

“Yo bitch, I think you should move the fuck on.” Came a voice from somewhere behind her, the press of a gun against her lower back.

“Oh?” Malice asked turning and bending over to look in through the pimp’s window. “Why don’t you ask me nicely?” She baited eagerly. The man didn’t take long to oblige getting out of his car in a sign of bravado and waving his pistol around even more in his act. It was all quite sweet really.

“Do you want me to fucking shoot you bitch?” The pimp asked again now pointing his gun at Malice’s chest.

“If it will make you feel better about yourself then by all means.” She smiled sarcastically at him, the loud bang ringing out in the deserted street as Malice felt the familiar stab of bullets in her chest. “Really is that it, Two shots?” she asked her eyes turning blue in her bloodlust as she bared her fangs at the pimp before taking her own guns from behind her coat and repeatedly shooting the man against his car.

Waiting until she had fired around four rounds, Malice drove herself against the man biting into his neck and drinking deep, ignoring the screams behind her from the prostitute.

Given some moments Malice relinquished her fangs from the pimp’s neck and let her head fall back, relishing in the fresh blood. Smiling at his lifeless corpse she put her hand in his coat and withdrew a pack of cigarettes and a heavily loaded wallet before letting him drop in a heap on the floor. Turning herself back to the prostitute Malice withdrew several notes from the contents of the wallet and tossed them in the direction of the whore. “Clean yourself up and with any luck we’ll meet again. Malice smiled lustfully as her eyes gradually returned to their emerald green

The girl grabbed rabidly at the money nodding subserviently to Malice a whimper still on her voice as she ran from the scene, leaving behind several of her items in the process even going so far as to drop her shoes in an alleyway in her desperate attempt to get as far away from the vampire as possible.

Malice couldn’t help but smile, tonight was turning out to be even more fun then she could ever have imagined, already she’d murdered some delinquent pimp, emotionally scarred a whore and now she’d even picked up enough cash to see her by for a few months. Turning on her heels she began to walk back down the street, her anger subsided and her lust for anguish temporarily quelled her next order of business was to return to the matter at hand.

She continued for several more streets eventually arriving at the richer part of the city where the lights were still on all year round and the people never seemed to sleep. She didn’t generally care much for the various activities that the majority of them got up to but it was always a good place to start when looking for vampires.

Leaning herself up against a building Malice waited in anticipation of finding either someone she knew already or failing that any greater source of amusement, eventually a recognisable face rounded the same corner, long blonde hair with a dress surprisingly common in the heavily club populated area of the city. “Cosmina. Still pandering to the mortal requirement to look at pictures I see.” Malice smiled as the younger vampire approached her.