Disclaimer: This idea and these characters are all MINE! Soma Cross is a character of someone who I used to roleplay with.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed happily as she slid further into the warm water that filled the bath tub. Being a vampire she didn't get dirty but still the warm water felt good and every now and then she liked to pretend she was human, at least for a little while. She was half asleep in the tub when the static in the next room pierced the air. She knew that her unseen companion was warning her of something. The next instant she smelt smoke but it wasn't coming from her garden, it was coming from her room. The vampire leapt out of the bathtub and threw a white towel on quickly so she would have some protection from the fire.
Soma looked at the fire and smirked Jessica Lavin will perish. It is already past sunrise so if the fire doesn't kill her the sun will he thought but it did not occur to him what part her age would play in this. The slayer looked in amazement as the vampire he was hunting appeared in the doorway to the blazing inferno in a damp towel that did not even go to her knees. In one hand she held the towel in place to cover her and the other hand was at her mouth in shock over what was going on. "I condemn you to burn Jessica Lavin!" Soma shouted. Jessie couldn't even lower the flames because the heat was affecting her and the fire clouded her mind too much.
Slayers suddenly surrounded her with torches; all tried to get her with a torch but failed due to her superior speed and the fact she had no flowing clothing for the flames to catch. She saw a window that was only blocked by meager flames so in a dash of hope for freedom, she blasted straight through and batted out the flames quickly only to throw her free arm up to protect her eyes from the sun. Her skin was burning and she was crying out at a volume that humans couldn't hear but would shatter glass. In a flash she tore the damp towel from her body and used it to shield her head as she ran. Of course people noticed the naked woman that was smoking and used a towel to hide her head from the deadly rays.
Jessie had gotten to a cemetery and threw open the door to a crypt and ran in to shut the heavy door behind her. She breathed heavily as she let the dry towel fall to the ground. The towel had in fact saved her much damage so that there were only minor burns that were healing already. "I didn't do anything to deserve that," she panted as she lay down on the cool ground to sleep for the day. Fire trucks were already racing to her house to battle the flames. "At least the fire won't engulf my house," she muttered as sleep finally over took her.
The sun set and Jessie was sitting in the crypt with nothing on but a dirty towel to cover her. "How am I going to do this?" she asked out loud. There was of course no answer but she wasn't expecting one anyways. She sat there for about an hour before she decided to use the towel to protect her face so her identity would not be discovered and she would steal the clothes from her next victim.
The man walked down the street alone. There was some blood on the cuff of his shirt but he didn't care much. The cops hadn't found him yet and he doubt they ever would. He turned and saw the pale woman walking quickly down the street without a stitch of clothing on. He smirked and walked behind her seemingly silently but how was he to know that this goddess was a vampire who was luring him? She turned a corner and the street was abandoned and her pace slowed. He didn't think much of it because to him this was no danger. A naked female was no risk to him. The man walked in front of her, "where are you going gorgeous?"
"Please, just let me pass. I need to get clothes…." Jessie trailed off. She was still luring him in. Let him try. Come on now you big lummox, I'm thirsty she thought but kept her head bowed so he wouldn't see her look of desire.
"I'll let you pass," he smiled, "but not right now." He slammed her against a wall and she let out a screech before he covered her mouth with his. He pulled back and looked at her, "you taste good. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like," he commented before undoing his belt.
She shook her head, "please. Don't," she begged. So close. I can feel the evil in him. Just a little closer, she thought. He pinned her against the wall with one hand and pushed his pants down with the other. The man positioned himself and her so he could take what he desired. Jessie's head fell to where the neck met the shoulder and cried. The man thought it was because she was helpless to stop him from taking her. She cried because she could no longer contain herself.
The man had forced her own legs to spread and just as he was about to enter her lethal fangs pierced his neck. He stood there shocked as she wrapped her arms around him with her mouth still locked to the gash she had made.
"Mmmm, struggle for me," she purred with her lips moving against his skin so that every little hair on him stood on end. In her mind she saw all the evil he had ever done and saw how he felt nothing towards it, "you are evil, you shall satisfy my hunger," she murmured before her mouth filled with blood again. In a matter of moments he was quite dead and her burns were healed sufficiently. Jessie cast a cold look at the corpse before she took off his clothing and dressed herself in it. "This is dirty just like him. I can't wait to get some actual clothes," she sighed and dug around in the pockets for change as she walked off to get to a retail store that was still open.