Ok, i've gone back and revised this as the first vertion was riddled with mistakes. Also, this is no longer going to be a one shot and there's going to be a second part to this. I hope this is better than my first attempt...

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

In the darkness of the South American jungle, she grinned and let what little moonlight percolated through the thick canopy to dance on her bare, naked teeth. Even in the dark the insanely elongated canines glinted like a pair of ivory daggers, looking right at home in the shark like smirk that crept over her face.

"Where did it go?" A voice floated up from below and even though the sound was muffled by the thick layers of overlapping leaves, her finely tuned ears were still able to pick out every word the man barked, right through to the squeak of fear that betrayed the authoritive tone.

She shifted her feet and peered through the twisted net of branches beneath her.

"I don't know!" one of the five men turned, oh she could even smell the sweet aroma of fearful sweat secreted between his hands and the grip of his rifle… "I swear it was right in front of us" He gulped, swallowing a dry mouthful. "Just what the hell was that thing anyway, chief?"

A pause, filled only by the chirp of night crawlers.

"I…I don't know," the 'chief' snapped back into character. "But we're going to bag it." Ha, what a performance. Even though she was twenty feet above them, she could still hear his heart booming at a thousand miles per minuet in side his chest with enough force to break his ribs.

"Maybe we should just leave it," A voice of reason piped. "I mean, you saw what it did to Juan…"

Silence fell on the group. Up in the canopy, her grin widened as she let her tongue roam over her teeth, allowing it to pick what remained of Juan from between her inhuman fangs. She hadn't been expecting to find anything quite so tasty on this particular night and had been pleasantly suppressed when the foreign aroma of man had filled her nostrils. Normally, the untamed jungle offered nothing more interesting than monkeys and the occasional leopard. Once, long ago, she would have leapt at the chance to hunt such exotic prey but now…well, it was just boring. Nature had given her an unfair advantage over the beasts and stalking them was more of a joke than a challenge…

So it was needless to say she was over the moon when she finally found this grope of poacher's camp and saw poor Juan sitting out side, battling to stay awake and keep watch while his comrades slumbered in their tents. By the time they'd all stirred into life, their friend was nothing more than a torn mass of jumbled limbs and gore.

"Damnit, I'm not going to let that thing get away! Whatever the hell it was, we're going to hunt it down and make it pay!"

Above them, their quarry stepped off the thick branch supporting her neo-existent weight, allowing her foot to hover in the empty air as she paused for just a second and savoured the passing time. This had always been her favourite moment of the hunt…

"Bah, it's probably gone n-"

Something brushed his back.

"What?" The four other's were staring at him as if he'd just sprouted a second head. "Why are you looking at me like tha…" He trailed off as he tilted his head back in an attempt to see what had got them all so spooked, but he seemed to loss the power of speech when pair of blood red eyes met his own. His brain stuttered. How the hell was this possible? There was someone standing on his shoulders and he could barely feel them?

"Gutten Nacht!" The oddly grey face chirped down at him in a singsong voice and the man could only bring himself to blink stupidly in response.

"What- what are you?"

"Me?" A black arc of hair hovered between the crimson eyes that sat behind a thin set of glasses. "I'm Rip Van Winkle, zhe huntress!"

The men gawked, still sealed dumb with shock.

"…Und I guess zhat makes you mien pray, ja?" the man still said nothing as this strange creature spoke, bending over him until its now upside-down face hovered only a few inches from his own.

"Prey?" He echoed as his utterly confused brain tried to catch up with the situation.

"Zhat's right!" The creature's face split a grin that revealed a mouth filled with razor blades and that was all it took to shake the man from his state of shock. He screamed for all he was worth and staggered back in some vain attempt to get away from the monstrous visage staring point black into his own. He was still screaming when it's jaw's tore open to an impossible length and those teeth came racing towards his face.