No such thing
Chapter 1: into
Metropolis 10:00PM
A young lady strolls down the unfamiliar part of town looking at cloth stores and just taking pleasure in the night. She enjoys the lights the city at this time of night. Work had been so hard lately so it felt good to finally have this day off. She finally decided to ask for instructions on how to get to a theater. Why not see a movie? She would probably find something good. She did feel a little bit lonely though without any friends with her but she would go anyway and enjoy this night as much as she could. She walked into a coffee shop and there she saw him. A Lombax, he looked to be in his mid twenties, he was gray with black stripes. He was just drinking whatever he had ordered. She waved at him; he waved back. She walked toward him.
"Hey there." she smiled. She sat down uninvited, but somewhat wanted.
"Hi." he replied. The two sat and smiled at each other. The two lost in each other's eyes. He was handsome; she was beautiful. Finally the Man found an exit.
"Can I help?" he asked. This also brought the girl from her state of pleasure.
"I was hoping you could help find a theater; in the mood for a movie." She chuckled.
"Now? I don't think…actually…I think there is one late night theater." He said.
"And I just happen to have a map with me." He got out his map and marked a spot for her to go.
"Thanks" the girl waved off. She started down the sparkling streets.
10 minutes later.
Maybe she had gotten lost…she had stone off another part of the city that wasn't as bright or wonderful as any of the other parts of the city. She found her self in the park with only a moon for light.
"No that's impossible, I followed his instructions perfectly…"
"You sure did" the man laughed. She backed off and started to run but he grabbed her.
"I'm gunna enjoy this!" he exclaimed. And then bit her neck. She squealed in pain. A few seconds later her squeals turned to merely gasps as they crouched to the floor…blood dripped from the attackers teeth and from the victims neck. She lay on the ground half dead. The man started to walk away.
"Please…" she called to him.
"Don't let me die…" she was quiet and weak.
"You want to live?" he asked. She nodded. The man got out his pocket knife and slit his wrist, blood poured from it drenching his hand. He put his hand by her mouth and let the blood drip in…she flinched at first but she started to crave it. she licked his hands and sucked his fingers…and then past out.