Chapter 2
Way of Life

The woman in the same black clothes glanced at her watch. It was 12:06 AM. "Good..." She looked around. "No cops…" She looked across the street. It was a bar. "Well…it's a good target."

" Sigh …I don't like this Freya…" said her twin, who was now wearing a grey shirt and black mini.

"Elda, you know this is how we live."

"Yes. But…why…does someone have to…pay for our lives?"

"I know. I know. It's not our nature to do so. But we have no choice. If we hold ourselves for another few days…we'll go berserk. You remember what happened weeks ago, right?"

"Yes."

"It was hard covering up that one and escaping from the detectives."

She sighed. "Come on let's just get this over with." said Elda grimly.

They crossed the street and came in to the bar as quietly as they could. They had to make sure that if ever there would be an investigation, there will be no witnesses. It was an ugly job.

Not many took notice of them. Some were too drunk and some were partying too much. They sat on one seat and looked around looking for a victim.

Suddenly, a man came and sat along with them.

"Hey there sexy things…" he said with a glint in his eyes.

"You take this one." whispered Freya to Elda.

"Take this one?" he said with a grin. "Are you two bitches who screw guys up?"

"Sure." replied Freya seductively. "How much are you willing to give?"

He shoved in the pack of bills. The twin took it slowly and counted it. "Hmm…good enough. Go ahead, sis."

Elda stood up along with the guy. "So…where to?" asked Elda.

"To a motel."

"'Kay. See you later, sis." She waved her hand at her. Freya waved back.

"Have fun." She winked at her twin.

I won't. spoke Elda in her mind.

They went out of the bar and into the evening breeze.

They walked for a while down the road. For the whole time, he was just merely staring at her breasts. Elda knew this was typical. Though most of the time, she doesn't let the guys touch her at some intimate parts. After a few moments, the guy wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She pushed it off. This puzzled the guy so he tried yet again. She pushed it off once more.

"Hey, babe, what's with the attitude?"

"I don't like that." she said annoyed.

"Huh? But you're a whor-?"

She turned and walked into an alleyway.

"What the fuck?"

She turned around to face him. "Why don't you come here? Into this corner."

"Man, I've heard of excited girls but this is just hot and sexy!" he said with a slightly larger grin. His eyes were hotter than ever. He did as he was told. As he came closer to her who was just leaning her back against the wall, she grabbed him and turned him around so this time he was the one leaning against the wall.

"Woah, bitch! You know how to work! Shit. I'll have to pay extra."

She looked at him in the eyes. Her eyes were lifeless.

"I'm sorry about this." she said very solemnly. "I'm really sorry."

"Sorry? What do you me--?"

He stopped. He grew pale and started to sweat. Why? Her eyes were no longer amber.

They were red. Blood red.

"Oh shit…"

"Do not scream. Do not move. Stay silent."

What the fuck? How can you keep me quiet when you're a freak? He tried shouting. But he couldn't. His mouth was frozen. What the fucking hell? I can't move. Oh crap…hypnotism.

She ripped off the shirt. "Stay still."

She focused on his neck. She then bared her fangs and punctured his skin quickly. She didn't want the guy to feel too much pain. She wanted him to just die quick without suffering too much. His blood starting flowing down and she started sucking them out of him and into her. Soon, the man started gasping and clenching his hands erratically. His pulse was starting to weaken.

The minutes passed and finally it stopped. He let his guard down. He was dead. Though his weight could've burdened her, it did not for she was, of course, no mere person. She licked the last drops of blood, withdrew from him and then put him down gently.

"I'm really sorry." she said sadly.

She went to his pockets and searched for something. Finally, she got it: a wallet. She looked in it. Some cash was still there and some credit cards as well. With a sigh she took the cash and from one of the pockets of her skirt she took a lighter. A flick and a flame appeared. Soon the wallet started to burn. Why did she do so? In order to remove all information about the dead man. She did not decide to burn his body lest somebody would see or the fire would catch the wall and burn the building. Enough deaths have happened.

She took a black plastic bag from one of the trash cans, poured out all the contents on the ground and put him in the plastic bag. She then put the sack in the trash can. Though his corpse would of course rot, she knew it would take time for it to start its decay. Enough time for the garbage truck to take it without noticing that there was a body in it.

She wiped the blood from her chin and mouth with a handkerchief. She then leaned down and just guiltily stared at the trash can. She didn't really like the way she had to get her food. Actually, she hated it. But there was nothing she could do…unless she wanted history to repeat itself. She bowed her head in shame.

After a long time, she finally left the dark alley and started walking her way to the bar. As she came closer, she saw her twin. She was coming toward her. She stopped as they finally came face to face.

"What took you?" asked Freya with concern.

"Nothing…" she just looked down. "Just thinking…"

"Guilt again?"

She nodded.

Freya seeing her twin in misery kissed her on her lips and embraced her for a few moments. "There, there young one. It's okay."

"I wish it was…" she said glumly.

"Come on…" She then released her. "…let's go back to the apartment."