Minerva slightly twitched as the sunlight pouring through the car window slowly warmed her face. She tried to knock it away with her hand but her efforts were wasted. He sighed before sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She started her car in order to see the clock in the dashboard. It read: 12:01. "Great. I wasted a third of my day." She yawned and stretched. "Oh well. Better late than never." She pulled her dark blue jacket out of the backseat and put it on after getting out of the car. She locked the car and would've set the alarm, if it had one. She had never needed an alarm. Her powers made her the ultimate alarm. If anyone tried to steal her car, she would make them her next meal.
Her stomach growled at the mention of food. She walked into the nearby diner and looked around, taking in the many scents of the people there. Most of them could've cared less about her but there were a few that carried a scent of fear with them. She gave an evil smile, showing a few of her fangs. The smell they were emanating grew stronger. She almost laughed. Wow. For once, the pew-mans have gotten scared for a good reason. Usually they grow afraid of small animals such as dogs or cats. I've even seen them get scared of a bee! So pathetic! She sat down on an empty stool by the counter. She picked up a menu and looked it over. Eggs, bacon, sausage, turkey sandwich... What, no steak? She sighed. Maybe a drink... Oh milkshakes! She ordered a vanilla milkshake. While waiting for it, she gave everyone evil glares. She only did it to make it kinda like when a huge biker has a rat-dog as their pet or something. Her eyes narrowed as one of the guys near her began staring.
Great. I have one guess on what he's thinking. The man stood up and started walking towards her. However, he lost his balance on the way over and crashed into one of the waitresses, resulting in his head being covered in soda and what looked like a root beer float. The man shook it off and started back towards her, not even bothering to apologize or help the girl he knocked down up. What an jerk. He needs a good hit on the head. She smirked evilly. I think I just found my next meal.
When the man sat down, Minerva gave him a seductive smile. He smirked in return. "So, what's your name?" She rolled her tongue around the straw in her milkshake.
"Sandy, what's yours?" He clicked his tongue.
"Name's Mark." She gave him a sexy look of surprise.
"I love that name," she said as seductively as she could. The man smiled.
"So, wanna go out?"
"We're already here." He faked a laugh.
"I mean to my truck." She lightly gasped.
"Really? You own a truck? Can I see it?" He smirked.
"I'll show you more than the truck, baby." She followed him outside and around the back of the diner where his truck was parked. It was a dark burgundy with a busted headlight. Mark turned and grabbed her wrists. She didn't try to fight him as he pulled her to his truck.
However, as soon as he released one of her wrists to open the door, she spread her wings. The man's expression turned to one of horror. She beat her wings once, stretching them to look as large as possible. Then, she elongated her claws and stabbed her hand through his chest, grabbing his heart in the process. As his body fell to the ground, she devoured his still-beating heart, his blood leaving a small ring around her mouth. She licked her claws off before licking her lips to rid them off the blood. She then smiled down at the motionless man. "You had it comin'." She threw his body over a nearby fence before reabsorbing her tail and wings, having only summoned them to let the man get the full effect. She walked into the diner and paid for the milkshake before walking out to her car and driving towards the building that the concert would be at. She turned on the radio and smirked at the song. "What a weird song... I like it though... Especially the lines, 'Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those eyes?'"
