It's a freezing cold day in February and normally she would be tired at two o'clock in the morning but she has never felt more awake, more alive.

She gets to go out tonight and it has her nerves on fire. It's been two weeks since she's been out hunting and now that she can she feels almost...giddy?

But she won't pass out, she's waited too long.

She's standing alone on the street, hands in her pockets, trying not to shake too much from the cold. It's not that she doesn't like it, she does, trust and believe she does, it's that it makes her more vulnerable. Makes it easier for her prey to escape.

But either way she loves the cold. That's why she's standing here, on the coldest day of the year, in nothing but a small jacket and some jeans.

The cold. She loves it. It gives her a reminder of why she does this, it reassures her of her hatred. It fuels her.

As the air bites her skin, freezes her insides she laughs. She's never felt anything so delicious before. She loves how it licks at her skin and seeps deep into her bones. Yes she's cold and it'll bite her in the ass if she gets sick, but it's okay because she loves how it feels when she shivers, how her body just succumbs to it.

It's pleasurable pain and to her it's almost everything.

A car stops just a few feet away from her and it gets hard to contain herself. It's been so long and now she finally gets another taste of it, she gets to feel the life leave a body. It's an addiction...and she's been craving.

She flags down the car in the most sexy way she can. It works.

The car stops right in front of her. Her heart is thumbing loud in her chest, she can hear it beat by beat in her ears. Her bloods boiling and she really really just wants to have her hands on him.

She coaxes him to get out of the car so she can hug him as a thanks for picking her up.

she wraps her arms around the man and with one swift movement pushes him into the car with a hard slam.

"What the hell?" He manages to choke out before she takes his head and bashes it against the windshield. And a few moments later he's out like a light.

She carried him into the forest and laid him down on the snow once she reached a high enough altitude. On the slant of the hill is where she likes to do this. It gives her another psychological edge.

She laid the man so that his head was against the rock.

While she waited for the man to be conscious again she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the chilling air.

This.

It feels good.

Having total control of another human being, holding their life in your hands, is the ultimate domination. And tonight she's making sure she dominates.

It's a full moon tonight and she looked up at the beautiful light radiating off the rock and smiles. "Hi," she whispers to it. "I'm sending you another friend. You don't have be lonely."

She closed her eyes and let the light give her strength. It's time.

She looks down at her victim. He's waking up.

"How're you doing there buddy?" She asked genuinely. "Does it hurt?" She gestured to his legs. They were both bent backwards.

The man instantly began sobbing. She could hear the pain in his cries, it was driving her wild.

Just wait until he found out about his arms.

"I can only imagine how you must feel. I have something here that could make it better but it would kill you. Do you want it?"

"Who are you?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Why do they all ask that?" She mused. "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this?" She laughed to herself. "No one ever stops to think about what they did to make me do this. Why don't you Trevor. Tell me what you did," she demanded.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know alot about you Trevor but I looked at your wallet."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"The same thing you were going to do with me," she said as if it was obvious.

"You're going to take me home?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Ha you're funny. Don't think I believe that for one second." Her anger evident in her cold voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" She yelled. "I know what you were going to do to me."

"I wasn't going to do anything," he yelled through clenched teeth. The pain in his legs making it hurt to get too fired up by this woman.

"You're such a liar. And to think," she scoffed. "I considered letting you live."

Kate kneeled down on the ground and straddled Trevor's lap. "Bet you like this," she whispered before wrapping her hands tightly around his neck. "Sick bastard."

When she started suffocating him Trevor instantly began to try to scream and fight her but she had the upper hand. She had tied his arms to strategically around his body that everything he moved one of his arms he inadvertently moved one of his legs too.

So to avoid pain Trevor had to remain still. Whilst he be choked to death.

She could never go two weeks again. This feeling, watching as the life slowly drained away from his body, was too riveting.

As she stared into his deep brown eyes she could see the life leaving his body and so she released her choke hold on his neck, allowing him to breathe again.

He was inhaling so deeply that the sound literally had her swaying. He almost died. The sound of that is just as sweet as heating it fully leave.

Kate reached down and bragged the knife that was tucked into one of her shoes. She held it up for him. She was serious.

"Please don't do this."

"Maybe you should have asked me sooner," she said in an "oops" voice before taking the knife and slashing it across his throat.

Blood spat out at her and landed directly on her face but she didn't care. She simply watched as the life left the mans body, as the lights went out. It was fueling her, it was giving her the strength she desperately needed. It chilled her more than the freezing outside weather could.

She loves it.

She loves the feel of blood against her skin. It's soft and hot, so opposite of her that the temperatures coming together leaves her skin tingling.

And it gets everywhere, it makes a beautiful mess for when she looks at what she's done. So she can assess her magnificent creation.

Trevor's eyes go wide as he takes his last shallow breath. And she looks intently at him, not taking her eyes off his as he dies, slowly, surely, in the palm of her hands.

They finally dim and his body goes limp underneath her.

Finally.

Her release.