Authors note: I'm amazed people actually read this...I'm shocked...I'm flabbagasted...I'm extremely surprised. Thanks for the reviews, I'm taking them to heart and getting my ass into gear to get more stuff on there.


I woke up on a cold cobbled sidewalk. The sky is cloudy and dark, but I can tell it's morning. The street leans up and I can see the ocean ahead... a dark grey-blue.

Where am I?

Who am I?

My mind was blank. I shivered uncomfortably and sat up. Oh. I'm already up. Confused, I moved my hand as fast as I could, it moved in a streaky blur.

Wow.

I stood up and looked around, trying to remember something...anything.

Nothing. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, then gasped as my head throbs suddenly, and I see myself.

I'm walking quickly but not using my full speed, I turn down a street called Victoria Avenue, and then turn again...

I committed the way to memory and started walking. Its not like I'll get anything done by waiting here, I think to myself. I felt a strong desire to leave the dark empty street; something about it chilled me to the bone.

I'm amazed at how quickly I move, but, just as in my vision, I don't use all my possible speed.

I'm alone as I walk the streets, but I hear footsteps ahead and a rattled breathing that must belong to an old man. I shouldn't be able to hear that, The thought is lost when I fly past a window and I catch a glance at the face staring back.

She had bright blood red eyes.

I was sure I was going to fall over at my sudden pause, but my body fluidly spins around and crouches defensively, a low hiss emanating from my lips.

Then just as quickly I realize it's me.

I stood, body frozen in shock. My image stares back at me, horrified.

My skin was the palest white... hair long and silky, like black ink. My eyes...I shuddered.

I forced myself to look down to see what I was wearing... A yellowed-around-the-edges-nightgown. Ugh. There is no way I could walk around unnoticed decided I had to 'borrow' a few clothes.

I walked along, passing house after house, looking on the clothesline for someone who has clothes my size and of my gender.

Bingo. A brown dress-coat that was all the rage these days practically screamed "wear me!" I happily obliged.

Cute cream colored shoes on the floor and a matching cream bowler hat that was tossed on the clothes rack, but it was inside.

Without a moment's hesitation, I put my hand on the lock, and pushed hard. It didn't take much strength to put a hole through the door where the lock once was; I was now free to open the door. I crept inside and took the shoes and hat, then, looking around, took some big glasses that would hide my eyes then raced out of the house and continued walking down the road.


I was only a few steps away from the house when the wind shifted my way, blowing the most mouth-watering smell conceivable.

My throat burned with thirst, I shifted my weight into a half-crouch and turned back around. The owner of the house was staring bemused at the hole in her door. I stalked her so silently she couldn't hear. I was behind her; she was still looking at the door.

She tilted her head confused, and muttered, "What--?"

She was pretty, with honey-blonde hair. She was taller than I was, slender, but something about the way she stood made me realize she was also sad.

She flicked a lock of hair out of her face impatiently and the smell came again in a powerful hit. All thoughts were out of my head.
I was the hunter.
She was the prey.

I attacked, grabbing her neck and twisting it so it broke so fast she wouldn't feel any pain. Just shock that was frozen in her eyes; she didn't expect she would die that way.

She stared at me with lifeless eyes that seemed to beg, 'why?'
We both found the answer as I sank my teeth into her neck, into her main vein system and sucked at the hot adrenaline-pumped blood.

I was horrified at myself, yet at the same time I couldn't stop. It felt like nothing could me stop, and the blood kept gushing into my waiting mouth…

I gasped, both relieved and disappointed as the blood finally stopped flowing. I stumbled back, now thinking how I would get away with this. Hopefully they wouldn't notice the bite mark on her neck, but even if they so, would they honestly suspect… No, I told myself, of course not.

I needed to clean up. She looked like she lived by herself so I decided to use her house.

It was absolutely horrible to kill the poor person, leave them on their own doorstep, and then use their shower; but I had no other options. Well, short of running through a street with blood all over me. Which I wouldn't be caught dead doing. I laughed shortly at the unintended pun.

As I first suspected, she lived alone, looked like she didn't expect visitors anytime soon either, judging by the state of her house.

The shower was on the door to the left.

I smiled weakly, opening the door. I undressed and took a shower, intending to let the warm water calm my jumpy nerves. I growled, as the water was still normal temperature.

I cranked it up fully, which only made it lukewarm. I sighed, that would have to do.