Oliver watched the young woman dance in the crowd, thinking deeply. 'Changed' would be an understatement. Cornrows hung to her waist, with white beads threaded into the ends that clacked together whenever she moved. Of all places, Oliver would never have guessed to find this person here, in this deafening club that stank of human sweat and hormones, but surprisingly she fitted in perfectly. As she danced people cleared a little area around her, almost unconsciously it seemed. She wore a tight fitting black top that just barely covered her breasts, showing off her flat stomach that glittered with the sparkle of a navel piercing. On her bottom half she wore an extreme mini skirt that showed off her legs, and Oliver could see some form of tattoo running up the side of her calf to behind her knee. She wore no shoes.
Oliver had been watching her dance for about twenty minutes when he realised a second pair of eyes were paying attention.
The young human male was sitting in one of the many chairs randomly strewn across the room, staring at the woman as she danced. Oliver couldn't tell if she knew she was being watched, and observed as the man got up and approached her, curious as to what would happen. His curiosity seemed to be for nought, as soon enough the pair were dancing together to one of the songs by the current popular group, Bastille. However, after a couple of minutes, he caught then slipping out a side door into the back alley, and pushed off the wall he had been leaning against to follow.
She felt rough brick on her back, felt hands running up her skirt, felt hard gravel under her feet. Smelt cheap men's aftershave and alcohol, and something else that made her simply ravenous. Tasted the alcohol, beer, on her prey's tongue as he pressed up against her, grinding into her. She broke the kiss and moved her head down, kissing his neck until she got to a big, pulsing, juicy vein. She vaguely heard him say something, irrelevant now as she licked once, then opened her mouth, feeling her canines lengthen and change shape, and plunged her twin daggers into his neck.
The man screamed hoarsely and attempted to push the woman off him, but she was too strong and had him in a vice like grip. It wasn't long before his struggles slowed and eventually ceased, with the woman continuing to drain his lifeblood.
Eventually she had had enough and dropped his lifeless body to the floor with a thump.
Oliver stepped out of the shadows.
"Hello Claire".