I'm so excited. I thought I'd never end up going. Now that I have vampire blood in my veins, I can finally go to the Vampire Convention: Tokyo. I wonder why they put it on a full moon, maybe because most of my people have vampire blood. Crap, I was so consumed by my own thought I strayed down an alley.
"Hey there, little lady," A voice croons.
There's an iron bar to my neck and the smell the breath of a drunkard behind me. He has me pinned in front of him, and there are six other men approaching from the shadows. Their faces were hidden in the full moons glittering face, but one man's image was clear as glass, a single thick scar ran across is face from the left side of his chin to his right eye. I assumed that he was the leader, given that he held a knife by his side. "Well, well, well, "he started his voice smooth but deep. "How'd a girl like you end up in a place like this?" he questioned, as he came close to my face to caress my cheek with gentle but strong hands.
"Get your filthy fingers off me!" I screamed, thrashing and struggling to break free from the captive's grasp, but I only managed to spit in the leaders' scarred eye. Casually, he wiped his eye, mumbling," You got a tough one here, Sting." In saying so, the one I guessed was Sting leaned in close and smelled my neck like I bathed in perfume. Angered by my uselessness, I guided my high heel into his foot, and with a yowl he let go of me. With my chosen weapon in hand-well on hand- I began to twirl and spin with deadly precision, and without knowing, Sting was on the ground lifeless, and bleeding from everywhere. I couldn't help but grin a sharp-toothed grin. The rest of the fight for life was a blur of inhuman screams, blood, and the sound of men fleeing the "mad-woman".
I stop moving just for a fraction of a minute, and saw that without thinking I had brought forth the eyes of a dragon, and the only man left alive to take a good look was the leader, standing there with an amused smirk on his face. "You're good, "he chortled with a nod. I suddenly came to my senses, that if I stopped now, he'd tell the police. I threw him against the wall and heard a sickening crack! That must have been his arm and took a single bite to his throat, nearly resisting the urge to drink his blood, to fulfill my thirst. I collapsed to the ground, to now take in the scene which lay before me, the scene I had created with my own two clawed hands.
I knew I couldn't stay long, so I ran into the street and ran for what felt like hours until I heard the sound of a shop bell. No sound came for minutes, but then a creamy voice carried to my ear like a silky ribbon. "Welcome to my petsh-"
"oh god," I interrupted, now feeling the exhaustion and pain in my left arm, as well as a warm ribbon of blood stream down my arm. " help me," I managed to chirp until I fell to the floor