Disclaimer: The Nightworld doesn't belong to me. It belongs to L.J. Smith. Khalida and the story belong to me. If you want to borrow Khalida ask me first.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, gore

Author's Note: Ok the next part is already finished but it looks like I'm going to have to rewrite it. The prologue will eventually be explained so just keep reading. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. THANK YOU!

Anyway on with the fic!

Khalida's Story

Kynthia

Part 1

Khalida stood in the shadows as she watched the few humans still out and about at that time of night going on about their business not noticing her. She twisted her lips in distaste as she watched some druggie go up to a dealer. It was disgusting the way humans acted. Most people thought that things hadn't started to get bad until these modern times but as she and every other vampire her age or older had learned humans and the societies they had created had not changed much. One vice had just been exchanged for another. In her mind, the only uses the vermin had were for food and cheap labor.

She flicked a black curl out of her face and stepped out of the shadows as she began to walk down the littered streets. She scanned the shadows and streets with her pale green eyes. As she walked she saw a form trying to hide in an alley. She looked closely and saw it was some mugger with a knife. She reached out with her mind and found out he was planning on mugging her. She had to suppress a chuckle at the idea that he could possibly succeed in getting anything from her other then an invitation to hell. 'Let's have some fun,' Khalida thought, as a thought began to take shape in her mind.

She continued to walk down the street as though she had no idea that the guy was there. As she walked by she allowed him to grab her arm and pull her into the alley. He shoved her none to gently against a wall and held the blade up to her throat. "Give me your money and jewelry or I'll kill you," he said in a harsh whisper.

"Is this going to take long because I haven't eaten yet and am just starving," Khalida said in a bored tone. The mugger looked quite shocked that she wasn't cowering in fear of him. 'The day I cower in fear of anyone is the day hell freezes over.'

"I want your money and jewelry and I want it now," he barked at her.

Khalida had begun to lose her patience with this guy. "No," she snapped. She then reached out faster then he could see and grabbed him by the wrist that was holding the knife and twisted it until he dropped it on the concrete. She then reached behind her back to pull out her own dagger that she had been wearing strapped inside her jacket. She kicked him in his crotch and stabbed him in the shoulder so he would be hurt but not dead yet. Now it was her turn to shove him up against the brick wall and smile. His eyes got wide as he saw the white and translucent fangs that were now quite easily seen in the wide grin she offered him. He began to sputter and try to break free without success.

"I told you before that I hadn't gotten a chance to eat yet," she said before lowering her mouth to his throat.

She drank in not just the blood but also the fear she could feel coming through his mind. Not even bothering to try and make it easy on him Khalida continued her feeding.

After she was finished she tossed the body to the ground and wiped the blood off her dagger onto his clothes. It wouldn't be the first time she went home wearing the signs of her recent kills. The dagger she had used was double bladed with one side being silver and the other being made out of some kind of hard wood. The dagger's hilt had an engraved silver snake coiled around it. It hadn't been quite effective by the now long dead hunter she had pulled it off before leaving him in a puddle of his own blood. Khalida kept it with her at all times because it was easier then carrying a silver dagger along with a wooden one to fight any enemies that might show up. This one weapon could take out almost anyone of any species with one well-placed stab.

She believed a witch had had something to do with it's making because over the years it had never dulled or broken and she thought she could sense magic around it. After she finished cleaning it off she placed it back into it's hiding place under her jacket and walked out of the alley.