She watched the woman from a distance, crouching behind a grimy dumpster. The smell of rotting garbage was strong, especially with her heightened senses. But not strong enough to overpower the sweet, tantalizing smell of the young woman stumbling into the alley. Charlotte lowered her fangs, her muscles tensing as she prepared to attack. She always preferred women, and never fed on men if she could help it. Women were easier; their blood was so much sweeter and more delicate than a man's.
Charlotte waited until the woman passed before she sped in front of her, blocking the path. Grabbing her by the neck, she slammed the woman back into the brick wall. Too terrified to make a sound, the woman stared at the vampire with wide blue eyes. Charlotte pressed her face into the woman's blonde hair, nostrils flaring as she inhaled her scent, mingled with sweat and alcohol.
"Don't scream", she whispered before sinking her teeth into the human's neck. Breaking her silence, the blonde cried out in pain as the fangs punctured her skin. Charlotte closed her eyes in ecstasy as the blood flowed swiftly into her mouth. The woman's hands were clawing frantically at Charlotte's arms, but her attempts were useless against the vampire's strength. The flow slowed down and Charlotte felt the woman's body go limp. She removed her fangs and let the woman fall to the ground. As she reached up to wipe the blood from her chin she heard a gasp from behind. Whipping around, she saw another woman, a brunette, standing motionless a few feet into the alley. Charlotte lowered her hand, preparing herself for the chase. They always run.
Except this one. The woman made no move to run, instead she stood staring at the blood still on the vampire's mouth. Charlotte began to slowly walk forward, all the while appraising the woman in front of her. She wore a tight strapless dress, the black fabric a stark contrast to the pale skin it revealed. The matching heels did wonders for her legs, and Charlotte's eyes followed them for miles as they made their way back up to rest on the smooth skin of her neck. She felt her hunger rise as she took in the full lips and deep brown eyes. But it was the eyes that floored her. Where she usually saw pain and fear, she saw something she had never seen in her victims. Curiosity? Excitement? Arousal?
Woah there Charlotte. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
She stopped in front of her and leaned closer so that their faces were mere inches apart. "Are you not afraid of me?"
The woman lifted her gaze and faltered under the intensity of the vampire's startling green eyes. Charlotte smirked, "There, now that's better."
She lowered her mouth to the woman's neck, scraping her fangs over her pulse point. Just as she prepared to break the skin, she hesitated; something she had never done. The woman had not made a sound or made any movements to get away. I'm not even holding her. She could run away if she wanted to. One more look at the woman's eyes said it all. She doesn't want to…She's not afraid of me.
"You're a curious little human, aren't you?"
When the woman spoke, her voice held no trace of fear. "You're a vampire."
Charlotte laughed softly. "How insightful of you to notice." She licked her lips, tasting the blood from the first woman.
"What's your name?"
"Spencer."
"Well, Spencer. You're coming with me."
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to have a little fun with you." Charlotte grabbed the woman and sped out of the alley, the blonde's lifeless body lying forgotten.
