The young vampiress walked along 5th avenue of Brooklyn, New York, her long dark hair pulled back in a braid, her widow's peak stood out the more, and her incandescent gray eyes were locked on a male between the ages of 17 and 21. He strode with a certain confidence, his chest puffed out in an annoyingly arrogant manner, and his nose high in the air. She knew he wasn't from this part of town, in fact, she had a strong feeling he wasn't from this state. He was too sophisticated. From the likes of him, he probably owned an island in the pacific and had a mansion there . . . Like a king. He'd most likely inherited money from the death of his parents, or something. What the hell. . . The vampiress knew it was true. No possibilities. She had that power. That knowledge. The man made a left at the corner of 1st street and 5th avenue and she followed, half a block away. She could take him now if she wanted, but Public School 321 was on this block. She didn't want the blood and gore be found by a mother and child in the wee hours of the nearing morning, right before school. She sighed, her eyes never tearing away from the male's back.

He continued to walk on ahead, no turns at all, until they reached Prospect Park. She grinned; the park was her favorite hunting ground. No one could hear the screams that usually escaped her prey's lips, not this late at night. She looked at her wristwatch, the first time she broke her stare from her prey, to decipher the time. Her watch read: 1:15am. She looked up, her vampiric fangs bared and she let out a low, and deep growl from her throat. She stopped. The man had disappeared! She narrowed her eyes, now knowing what she was following; she understood why the male wore such expensive clothing. She knew, now, why he walked with that certain confidence and arrogance. He was like her. No. . . Not like her, but like her predecessors. She knew he wasn't human, now that it was too late. The vampire girl looked around nonchalantly, her piercing gray eyes scanned the area. She clenched her teeth in frustration. Her jaw muscles tightened with annoyance. She wasn't in the mood to play games.

The summer wind picked up, and she was grateful for the refreshing air, but unfortunately, it blew her hair across her face. She raised her hand to rid the hair from her face, but someone grabbed her arm before it even reached her hair. She reacted with a menacing growl, unmoved by the situation. Her other arm was seized at the wrist and held in front of her. Both wrists were then held together by one large right hand, and then, the man removes the mass of hair from her face with the other. The wind still blew furiously around them. He smiles a fangy grin, his eyes as gray as hers, but not as lustrous, or as sagacious. She inhaled the deep musk of the male vampire. She knew he was hungry, as hungry as she. She looked at him, and pulled the "little frightened girl" act. She squirmed, tried to wiggle out of his hold, and whimpered, but the man only slapped her, "STAY STILL!" He ordered in a deep throaty voice.