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Chapter 2:
I walk the near-deserted streets of downtown Chicago, it's citizens not daring to be outside on this freezing night. A few homeless people lay curled up on the sidewalks, and the neon blue lights of the nightclub I pass by seem to be the only signs of life. I spot a group of teenagers hanging out next to the club – perfect.
Before I can walk up to them, one of them spots me. "Hey honey," he calls out. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' all by yourself? You lost or somethin'? I can help you find your way," he says, his breath reeking of alcohol. Of course, I can smell it even from where I stand. His buddies laugh. I am disgusted, but I maintain my confused expression. Two can play at this game.
I smile at him, and wink. "How about you show me the way back to your place?" I say, and his friends whistle loudly. My dark haired friend is aroused. Within minutes he is by my side, his hands running through my silky black hair. I take a closer look at him. He isn't bad looking, underneath all that roughness. Green eyes stare back at me, taking in my figure, liking what he sees. Too bad, it'll be a shame for him to die.
He runs one hand up my thigh, the other struggling with the zippers of my jacket. I smirk and make it easier for him – I take off the jacket and throw it on the floor, and stand there facing him in a sheer white tank top, not even feeling the cold. He gapes for a minute, mesmerized. I take the oppurtunity to give him a rough kiss on the lips. Only because he's cute. Then I grip his neck firmly. He doesn't understand for a minute, they never do. He starts to shove me aside, until he realizes that he can't even budge my hand. I start to tighten my grip. He chokes out a scream- by this time his pals can tell that something is very wrong.
One of them makes the effort to help his friend. Trying to be the hero. He tries to grab my other arm, but I kick him squarely in the shin and he falls to the ground. Unhurt, really. He'll have a nasty bruise on his face but he'll be fine. The others stare, not daring to come any closer. I turn my attention back to the fellow at my mercy. I'm done playing this game. There is other work to be done, I can't waste all my time here. There is terror in the young man's eyes as he says hoarsely, "What the hell are you?"
"I'm the devil," I whisper in his ear, and snap his head backwards. He lies on the ground limply. Then I prick his neck with a single nail and begin to feed. His so called friends have long gone. Then I quietly leave the deserted lot, walking on into the night. They'll find his body sooner or later. But of me they will never, ever find a trace.
A/N: Yes 'm keeping the chapters short for now only so I can update every day or so. Longer chapters to come ahead. Keep reviewing :)