She came back into my life when I least expected it. A figure from my past I'd hoped never to see again. She was a reminder from a time I wanted to forget; my shame and disgust all rolled up into one stunningly beautiful package. Red hair down to her waist, green eyes the colour of emeralds, lips full and blood red. Perfect. I'd met her during one my on again off again breaks from Coraline, somewhere in Detroit. A seedy little bar complete with the usual down on their luck patrons. She called to me then, in some primitive way that only a woman can, and I thought 'What the hell'. I could picture the look on Coralines face when she found out I'd found myself a new little playmate. We made it to alley before we started ripping each others clothes off, passion hot and unyielding. In the second after I'd spent myself I sunk my teeth into the soft scented flesh of her neck, heard her gasp of surprise and felt her weaken in my arms. Turning her might not have been the smartest thing I ever did, but I admit, that at that point in my life I did a lot of stupid things. Things I'm not proud of. You see, there's a general rule of thumb when it comes to Turning, the end person either accepts their fate and becomes a normal (if you can use that term) vampire, or they become…something else, something…not right. Doris was one of those. Her appetite was insatiable, both her desire for blood and her desire for men. She had no qualms in taking either, with force if necessary. At first I thought she was perfect, and all I could think was how pissed and jealous Coraline would be when she found out. Didn't take me long to figure out that Doris had to go. She was the kind of woman that would chew you up and spit you out. I followed her out one evening, waiting until she was almost out of sight before slipping out and tracking her down. She went to a Jazz club out of the way, a place that in those days was up and coming and filled with would be musicians, many who would never make the grade. I watched her sidle up to the guy at the door, saw his eyes widen with lust. Poor shmuck didn't say a word, just had this dopey smile on his face as she walked by. I waited five minutes than headed in. I noticed that when the bouncer saw me the lust was replaced with something else, something that said 'I need to steer clear of this one'. When I got inside it took me a moment to orientate myself. Thick clouds of smoke floated in the air, along with perfume so thick it was cloying. I searched the room from my place in the shadows, nocturnal eyes looking for my prey. I sniffed, trying to pinpoint her amid the couple of dozen other women in the room. Nothing. Didn't take me long to realize she wasn't there. I looked for her for a couple of hours, thought I'd found her scent a couple of blocks away, but lost it. Never saw her again. Until now.
'Hello Sweetheart' she said, her voice still as husky and sexy as I remembered. She stood framed in the doorway to my office, a red silk slip of a dress hugging her hourglass figure. Yep, she was perfect alright. Pity I'd have to kill her.