The young man sauntered about the peer, trying to kill some time on what was beginning to look like an uneventful night. A full moon shone down upon his spiky blonde hair and, what most would consider, handsome features. He kicked at a rock that lay in his path as he started to wonder if he should have stayed with the rest of the gang that night.

"Nah," He thought, quickly dispelling the idea. He wasn't really in the mood to join in stupid pranks and recklessness tonight. Though, the only problem was, he didn't know what he was in the mood for.

The feeling wasn't a surprising one. David had been feeling like that more and more over the passing months, and he had yet to find an answer to why.

"Oh well," David muttered. "What's one more wasted night worth when you're immortal?"

CRASH!

A deafening sound tore David away from his thoughts and drew him toward a dark ally-way that was a couple paces away.

"God Damnit!"

David's sensitive ears caught the voice of a young woman, and (apparently) an angry one at that! Curious, he made his way over to the sound of her voice.

"Bloody drunks," David heard the woman grumble. "Pushing me about like some fucking prostitute! Oh just wait till I find them again! They'll be sorry….."

David slid quietly through the shadows as he reached the ally, making sure he wouldn't be seen. He caught sight of the girl picking herself up out of a pile of broken crates.

She looked about 5'8 in height, maybe around eighteen years old. She was wearing quite an interesting ensemble of stockings and a frilly skirt, along with a torn and tattered shirt. But even more interesting, to David at least, was the fact that she was spattered in quite a lot of blood!

The sent was intoxicating. David nearly trembled with excitement as the wind wafted the sent of fresh blood right into his face. He could do with a midnight snack. So, pulling together as much composure as he could muster, he made his way out of the shadows and over to the woman.

"Are you alright miss," David asked, slipping into a mask of charm as he approached her.

The woman whirled around faster than David expected, pulling a small dagger from a hidden strap around her left thigh.

"IGNORANT CLOTTS I SIAD NO!"

David shied away from the silver blade with some discomfort. "Whoa there," he said smoothly. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay!"

With a second glance at David's face the woman lowered her weapon.

"Sorry," She said shortly. "I thought you were someone else."

David looked over her in amusement. Her cheeks were flared pink with blatant defiance and her curly blonde hair whipped about wildly in the cold winds that now swept about them. Covered in blood she was an intimidating figure, and David found himself rather interested.

"May I ask what happened to you?" David inquired politely. "I heard a lot of commotion from the pear."

"I don't really see why it should be any of your concern," She answered curtly.

"My apologies," David replied with a cunning smile. "Again, I only wanted to make sure you were all right."

The woman sighed. "Right then, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm a bit miffed at the male gender right now, so I beg your indulgence."

"Don't worry about it." David smirked.

"Wasn't planning to."

David raised his eyebrows, becoming more and more amused by the woman's sarcasm and short temper.

"Okay, sorry. Again." The woman frowned. "You've just caught me at a rather bad time."

David nodded feigning understanding. "I can tell." he said, again wearing that devilish smirk that so often graced his face. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Just a couple of drunks trying to "get at me," she told him, a dark glower coming into her eyes.

"And did they succeed?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked up and down her blood soaked form once more.

"What do ya' mean- Oh! The blood…" She replied. "No wonder you were so interested! And here I thought you were a pervert."

"Thanks" David shot back sarcastically, though more amused than offended.

"Sorry," She winced. "But yeah, about the blood… Most of it's from those stupid drunks. I caught one of them in the back of the knee with this…" She brandished the silver dagger again, for him to see, and this time it was at a much more comfortable distance. "and boy I'll tell ya', that vein back there can spurt. You know what I mean? "

"Indeed I do, Miss …"

"Well hell! I haven't even introduced myself!" She sighed. "Here I am prattling on to a stranger and we haven't even exchanged names yet! Oh well, the name's Claira."

"David," He replied. "And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He gave a mock bow and took a step closer, becoming more visible to the girl under the eerie moonlight.

"Hey, you all right?" Claira asked, suddenly squinting her eyes and stepping lightly towards him.

David had to withhold a tremor of pleasure as the sent of blood overwhelmed him.

"You look pale."

David smirked, trying to hold off the urge to plunge his fangs into her supple neck.

"People tell me that all the time," He grinned, his fangs beginning to protrude despite his efforts to fend off his hunger.

Claira's eye's narrowed with suspicion.

"You have a problem, David ?" She growled, bearing her dagger for a third time. The edge in David's voice had struck her as odd. "Here you were being so polite. Was I wrong to assume you were a gentleman?"

"I'm just a pale guy," David replied as he advanced towards her. "I've always been like that. Does it bother you?" He couldn't help but grin, though his fangs were becoming harder and harder to conceal.

"Oh cut the crap," She hissed. "You're staring at me like you want to devour me right here and now. So why don't you tell me what your deal is?"

"It's just that," David said with a laugh. "I do want to devour you!"

David laughed again, for he was having so much fun. It had become all to clear that this night wouldn't be a waste after all. It had been a long time since David had been able to devour such a delicious young human without having to share it with Dwayne, Paul, and Marco.

"Fuck off," Claira spat, glaring defiantly up at him in spite of the fear that had begun to grow inside her. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. Men are all liars"

She pointed her dagger towards him, but David pushed her hand away as easily as one might with a child

"You haven't noticed that you're with something a bit more powerful than a pathetic human," David whispered huskily, bloodlust swelling up within him. "Have you?"

"What the hell are you on about?," Claira gasped angrily as she fought against his grasp.

"Oh come on," David breathed. "With all the horror movies out nowadays, you can't guess?

"Don't flatter yourself, you prick." Claira snarled. "What? You think you're some sort of… vampire? You weird fuck."

"Oh, you don't believe me?" David laughed, giving a snarl to show off his prominent fangs. He thrilled when he saw the terror in her widening eyes.

"You…" Claira stuttered. "You goddamn freak. What the hell do you want from me?"

"Take a wild guess," he sneered. "Unless, of course, you still don't believe what I am."

"It doesn't matter what I believe," Claira growled. "But what do you think you're going to do to me? Kill me? Drink my blood?"

"How about all of the above?" David cackled.

Claira rushed at him with her dagger, but David caught the blade in his hand. He grinned evilly, ignoring the blade's sting. With strength that Claira had not expected, he pushed her roughly against the ally wall.

"No!" Claira snarled. "Like hell I'm going to let you kill me! I've worked to hard for to long just to be killed by some freak like you! There's no way I'll let you finish me off!"

"I don't think you have much of a choice," David growled as he drank in the sent of her blood. Slowly he bent his head over the top of her blood soaked shirt. Trembling with desire, he traced his tongue over the blood laced skin on her chest and slowly made his way up to her neck.

BAM!

Shooting pain caught David by surprise and he stumbled backward. Rubbing his head gingerly he glanced angrily to Claira, who was also tending to her injured brow.

The bitch had head butted him!

David was so surprised he couldn't find it in himself to move. Claira on the other hand, had no such qualms and immediately took off down the ally.

David came back to his senses and angrily took to the skies and went after her.