They always started like this, the nights, the only time she felt it seemed to be safe. Sheeta stepped out slowly almost hesitantly out from the privacy of her home. If she had her own choice she would stay shut up in the eerie darkness of her secluded fortress, yet the hunger... the longing for even an tainted immortal life had taken its toll after 361 years of seclusion. Bright red eyes engulfed the dark of the moonless night, shifting ever so slowly: scanning for any trace of life around the thickly crowded trees. Finding no life near her, she sighed softly; her thin black lips hinted a small smile that played on the very edges of her mouth.
Bare feet strode effortlessly and rather swiftly through the tightly cramped trees, eyes piercing through the thick blanket of the night. Suddenly a looming whoosh of something fly directly towards her caught Sheeta's attention. She dipped quickly to the ground, a slender silver dagger flew through the air just inches above where she once stood. Her small, pale, hands dug into the earth that she crouched upon, long nails dig into the soft earth, lips pursed into a deep frown. Everything was still, quiet, not even the animals of the forest made a sound. Then a sharp click of a gun being cocked snapped behind her, Sheeta turned slowly, her eyes opened wide. She was face to face with the nozzle of an MP-5 pointed directly at the empty spot where her heart once beat so many years ago. A wicked smirk appeared upon her thin lips as her eyes traveled further up the gun, her red optics came to stop upon a rather lean man, thick black hair spiked and pulled to one side of his rather handsome face. His ears seemed inhuman, holes filled with spikes and other items of the everyday fashion protruded through the thin skin and cartilage. The mans own gray eyes glared down upon this beast, on Sheeta who lay crouched on the ground her lips still arching into a rather eerie smirk.
"You imbecile... You can't kill me with that!!" Sheeta's voice rang out; it was enchanting like candy yet poisonous and very deadly.
A small chuckled came from the man, "You'd be surprised what this thing can do... Your wrenched life will come to an end today and I shall put your ashes in a bottle, lay them out in plain sight with the other creatures of the night that lurk in the darkness no more"
"You really don't understand, do you?!!" Sheeta snarled her thin lips pealing back, her long white fangs sliding gently over her lips; they seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.
Sheeta raised her hand slowly toward the trigger of the MP-5, her knuckles whiten as she grips the gun, the nozzle that's still aimed directly at the empty pocket where her heart once beat. Sheeta sighed softly, placing her own rancid pale hand over the man's she her grip continued to tighten, she was about to pull the trigger of the gun herself when a livid thought came to her..
'This mortal can't be as dimwitted as he looks' she thought to herself, her vivid red eyes scanning over the man once again, he looked like a mortal; his spiked black hair, casual fashion, even the piercing in his ears, he seemed dull enough, but then a sharp almost fearless look in his gray eyes caught her attention. Those eyes drew her in, consuming whatever was left of her tainted soul; these emotionless eyes that stared fearlessly back at her scent a shiver down Sheeta's spine... Sheeta's nose wrinkled slightly as a new scent drifted by her, the being came to abrupt stop behind the man, Sheeta raised a brow slowly then realized her hand was still gripping the trigger of the gun. Sheeta grimaced and swiftly pulled back her hand, though this action only made the man smile as if he had expected this to happen...
"You don't have enough guts to even pull the trigger, what happened did you finally notice that I might happen to have silver bullets" The man sneered and pushed the gun up to Sheeta's chest..
Sheeta's eyes widened slightly, she hadn't though of that, the fact that there was someonewatching them had pulled her attention away from the man... The man seemed to notice as Sheeta's attention drifted away, his own gray eyes followed Sheeta's gaze though only for a moment, something was spooking her even more than he was.. The man frowned, he shook the thoughts and pressed the gun harder into Sheeta's chest "Your time is up" his fingers gripped the trigger; he pulled slowly, one more slight tug and this vampires life would be over.
"Whatever" Sheeta hissed almost egging him on. As the mans eyes moved toward the scent of a lurker Sheeta seized the moment, it was all she need, just a mer spit second and the man was down on the ground, the MP-5 thrown far away as Sheeta twisted the mans arms behind his back. The man groaned as Sheeta laid on his back, her legs spread and placed on the ground, her fingers digging into the man soft mortal flesh, Sheeta shoved him with a mighty push, causing his head to smear with the soft dirt that was now begging to crawl slowly up his nostrils.
Sheeta let out a loud crackle of victory, switching her grip slightly she held both of his hands with only one of her own. Her free hand rousing through the man's thick hair, her fingers sliding down his scalp then onto his slender neck, the pulse from his blood veins quickening as Sheeta slid her fingers teasingly over his flawless neck.
"It's a shame we didn't meet at a bar, we could have had some fun. Well at least I still can, though I don't think you'll think it's all that fun." Sheeta laughed playfully, she leaned in closer to him, her lips not even an inch away from his neck;the man could feel her rancid breath run down his neck.
"Dear God" he muttered swiftly but was only thrust by Sheeta's deeper into the soft dirt.
"God wont- no,no god cant help you now, you fool" Sheeta snarled pealing back her thin lips, she placed them slowly almost teasingly upon his neck.. Then with a simple plunge her fangs sank deep into the mans flesh, his sweet blood began to flow swiftly into her dry mouth. It only took a few moments before the mans body grew limp, then he lay lifeless on the damp ground. Sheeta pulled away, this feeding would consume her ever growing appetite for the moment. Useless blood began to roll slowly down the dead mans neck as Sheeta began to stand up. The sound of an eerie voice made her stop.