This is a bit of a random/ crazy idea I had.. we shall see where it goes.
Set roughly in current Coronation Street time, except Carla is just arriving on the street. She is a new character.
Her name was Carla. Carla Connor. She was 37 years old, and that was pretty much all anyone knew about her. She was a widow, her husband had died several years ago, body never found, reason for his death unknown. She knew.
She moved from place to place; devouring. She had just purchased a small factory in Coronation Street. She was a master of deception.
The engine purred to a stop as she pulled up in her Bugatti Veyron. She looked around, the rain beating against the windscreen. She smiled, licking her pearly fangs. She was hungry.
She stepped out of the car, dressed in skin tight leather trousers, killer heeled boots, and a tight beige cashmere jumper. She locked her car, her Gucci handbag swinging on her arm. Her heels made a sharp clicking noise as she walked through the rain into the pub.
Everyone turned, she was eye-catching. Ebony tresses sweeping down her back, blood red lips, hiding knife sharp fangs, ready to strike. Her emerald eyes sparkles menacingly. She craved the attention.
'Glass of red' she said strutting up to the bar. 'Coming right up love, haven't seen you in here before' Stella asked her.
'New to the area, aren't I' Carla said not really interested in striking up conversation. She looked round, aware of the eyes on her. '£3.90 then love' Stella said handing her the glass of wine. 'Keep the change' Carla said handing her over a crisp £5 note. 'Oh, thanks' Stella said as Carla turned to sit at an empty table, silently surveying.
'Peter, stop staring!' Leanne said tapping her husband in annoyance. 'Sorry love' Peter said, his eyes transfixed on this mysterious, beautiful woman. 'So, I was saying, Simon has a Parent's Evening tomorrow, your coming aren't you' Leanne asked. 'Yeah course' Peter said, trying to avert his eyes from the woman sat across the room.