Bloodrayne
Lessons in Blood.
1.
Metal heels clicked against the bricks of the rooftop ledge as she walked along. The city lights bright before her, and everywhere the nightlife was teaming forth. Where there was life, there was blood, and where there was blood, there was lust and power. At the moment, they were her favourite subjects: Lust, Blood, and Power. Next to revenge of course. Revenge on worms like her father and the modern nazi followers he used like minions. But she wouldn't think about that tonight. The humans she worked for hadn't given her any current missions, so she was going to revel in the night off.
She crouched down on the corner top of a particularly high building. The skin tight pvc moved with her form with ease, the moonlight and city lights reflected off the shiny material. Closing her eyes, she could hear them all. In the buildings, in the streets, the cars, in alleys making deals, in offices stealing accounts, the affairs in restaurant bathrooms. All of life and all of their sins, she could hear and see it all. She opened her eyes. The night air was cool. It blowed strands of her mid length fire engine red hair across her face. All that life, blood and humanity stretched out below in a sea of blinking lights and synthetic noise.
She could only assume humanity fascinated her because of her lack of it, or lack of understanding of it. She had a little bit there, inside her somewhere, thanks to her human mother. But she never had the chance to grasp that part of her, to use it and understand it. Mother would've shown her, but father brutally tore her away. She would hunt him for another thousand centuries if she had too. Her eyes, one blue and one red, were luminescent in the lights. Tonight was going to be one of pleasure, power and most importantly, blood. She could feel it. Something interesting was in the air. She knew just the place to go. Bloodrayne stood up on the edge of the rooftop, and leapt for the sky.