Bloodthirsty Darkness-Chapter One-

-Chapter 1-

         Darkness.  Not even the moon was visible.  Shadows played freely on the streets and when cars zoomed past, they tried to frighten the drivers.  Sirens from police cars coud be heard, but they were soft, distant.

         In the light of a flashing streetlamp was a young woman.  She stood about six feet tall, her long black hair falling straight past her shoulders.  Her blue eyes were almost luminescent against the night. She wore a sleeveless black shirt that showed her midriff.  She wore a black ankle-reaching trench coat, unbottoned.  She wore tight black pants under knee-reaching high heeled boots.  She seemed comfortable in the darkness.

         Someone turned the street corner and stared at her.  He looked like a gang-hanger.  He couldn't be a druggie because he was too well built, too "healthy" looking.  He displayed the tattoos on his chest, arms, and stomach proudly.  His head was shaved except a ponytail at the back of his head.  He wore a black leather vest and baggy black pants.  His dark brown eyes gleamed dangerously as they swept up and down the young woman under the steetlamp.

         "You all alone, Sweetie?" he asked, menacingly stepping closer.

         She looked at him, unafraid.  "Are you?" the words were so softly spoken he wasn't really sure she'd said them.

         "Maybe you could do me a...favor.  Know what I mean?" he flipped out his switchblade.  I gleamed as it reflected the streetlamp.

         "No, I don't think I will," she said simply, apparently unaware of the danger.

         "You don't get to say 'no'!" the gang-hanger snarled angrily.  He reached for her, but she was too quick for him.  She twisted his arm behind his back. 

         She whispered into his ear:"Really, If I can't say no, you can't either."

         She cupped her hand over his mouth so muffle his screams of pain, tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck.  She smiled.  In the streetlamp's glow her fangs could be seen.  She pierced the skin in his neck and drank until the guy's eyes rolled back into his head and became limp in her grip.  He slumped against her, lifeless.

         She wiped her mouth and hid him in a dumpster.  She lit a match and dropped it in.  She watched it burn for a few minutes then turned and walked away without a second glance.  She know that by the morning no one would know that a body was there.  Or that she was the reason for his death.