This is my first ever fanfic! Hope you like it!
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She peers out from the dark shadows. Waiting for her prey. She sniffs the air, then takes a deep breath; she smells blood. The blood of a young man, she sees, stalking him quietly, always staying in the darkest shadows of the dark night. Nobody else was around, but the young man doesn't seem to care, he seems to be full of himself, feeling like his strength will save him from anything. He's wrong, and she can't wait to make him know that for the last seconds of his life. He's eighteen, she's forever in the body of a twenty-one year old. Guys always go for older women, and even if they didn't, she could pull off at least an eighteen year-old with her body.
"Excuse me, sir?" she asks, coming up behind hi without a sound and tapping him on the shoulder; he immediately looks interested.
"Yeah?" he asks, trying to look nonchalant. She puts on a flirtatious act, brushing her hand against his.
"I was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest motel…" she says. He chuckles like a moron.
"Of course…right this way." He says, slipping his hand into hers. They walk a short distance and she hisses quietly, making the sound seem like it came from the alley next to them. She inched closer to the young man, wrapping her arms around his side,
"What was that?" she asked, her voice perfectly matching that of an actually frightened woman.
"Let's check it out." He said, leading her into the alley. That was when she got her chance. She pushed him up against the wall and held his chin. He chuckled stupidly again. She leaned her mouth towards his neck and licked it hungrily. She then sunk her fangs in slowly and drank, letting the warm red liquid flow gently down her throat. The red liquid dripped down her chin and she finished the last drop of blood that had once flowed through the veins of the young man, trickle down her throat. She licked her lips, satisfied with her meal, and went back to her little apartment.
She looks at the newspaper clippings on the wall, exited she'll soon be able to add another to her collection. One like the other ones that all basically say the same things in different ways, "The Shadow Killer Strikes Again."
After looking at her collection, Hinamori Arisu, The Shadow Killer, lies down in her bed, and falls asleep.
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