Chapter 1
The streetlights lit a path for her as she walked through the city, pondering what her destination was and who her victim could be. She did not fear the scoundrels lurking in the shadows; in fact she didn't even bat an eyelash their way. To her, fear was a foreign concept…it was too human and she has long forgotten her humanity.
She can sense his heartbeat racing from his position some thirty feet behind her. She can practically read his mind. Growing bored of aimlessly wandering the streets, she decides that for tonight he will suffice so she purposefully turns into the nearest alley. She walks a short distance before she feels the edge of his knife digging into her back.
He says, "What's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this at a time like this?"
She slowly turns around and assesses the man. He's tall with an average build and looks to be in about his late 30s. She can tell by the look in his cold, dark eyes that he was no first timer. It angered her…the thought of all the women who have fallen victim to him and she silently vows that she would be his last.
"Hey!" He raises his voice at her as he backs her up against the nearest wall, "I asked you a question and where I come from a woman answers when spoken to."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Could you please repeat the question?" She replies with a smirk.
He moves the knife up to her throat, "You think you're funny huh. Well how bout I wipe that pretty little smirk off your face." He swings to backhand her, but she easily grabs his wrist just before it makes contact with her with face. His eyes go wide at her strength and then she pushes him with her other hand with such force that he slams into the wall behind him. After he hits the ground, she is back in front of him in the blink of an eye. She lifts him up by his collar, his feet dangling over the ground.
"Please, please don't hurt me," he pleads.
"But weren't you planning on hurting me? Oh how the tables have turned. Let me ask you this. When you were in my position and the others begged and cried for you to let them go. What did you do?" She stares hard at him and he's completely speechless.
"That's what I thought. What's your name?"
"My, my name is Mark," he stutters, "look I promise I won't hurt another woman just let me go please."
"Nice to meet you Mark, I'm Quinn and I can't let you go. You see I've encountered your kind before and people like you, they don't change. I find the world a much better place when these people just disappear." She reveals her sharp fangs to him and he begins to tremble in horror.
"Mark, I will be the last woman you attack. I will be the last face you ever see. When you find yourself in hell, which you undoubtedly will, I want you to know that you did this to yourself."
And with that she tears into the flesh of his neck. She ignores the repulsive taste of his blood and begins to drain him dry. However she cannot bear the taste of his putrid blood for too long, so she removes her fangs and licks the puncture marks so that they will heal quickly. Once they are fully healed she snaps his neck and tosses his lifeless body to the ground.
As she is walking out of the alley, she stares up at the sky and sees the small traces of the sun's deadly rays. She has not consumed nearly enough blood to allow her to withstand the rays, so she uses her enhanced speed to return to her two-story, Victorian home that she shares with her caretaker, Russell.