She hadn't gotten very far.

David was suddenly very thankful for the ability to fly as he closed in on her. He reached out to grab her arm and, in a flash, she slashed her dagger through his palm. He felt the pain for only an instant before the would began to heal itself.

"What an odd girl," David thought with frustration. "None of my other victims put up this much of a fight!"

David reached out again, but this time avoided the blade and latched onto her shoulders.

"NO GOD DAMNIT!" Claira screamed, thrashing wildly in an attempt to escape.

David laughed maniacally, his adrenaline rising with the thrill of the hunt.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Claira screeched, wrenching one of her shoulders free and elbowing David across the jaw.

But David was ready this time.

He shrugged the blow off with a flick of his head and held fast to her struggling form. He proceeded to pin her to the ground, flipping her over and grabbing on to both of her wrists. She still fought valiantly, but it was in vain. He had her now!

"Thank you," He said raggedly. "I haven't had a hunt like that in ages."

"Funny," Claira gasped, struggling to draw breath under the pressure of his body weight. "You say that like the fight's already been won."

"And it has been," David replied smugly. "You stupid little girl."

Claira spit at him, her saliva hitting his cheek. "Like Hell it's been!"

She promptly kneed him in the crotch with as much strength as she could muster.

David grimaced with pain, but did not let go.

"This just means you'll taste even more delicious once you've given up," He said angrily, the pain of the blow still affecting him.

Claira struggled harder, but David had pinned her down completely now and she could use neither her legs or arms against him.

"No" She cried, as David leaned in towards her neck. "I won't give up! I won't let you….kill …..me!"

David paused, suddenly filled with curiosity.

"Why do you fight the inevitable?" He asked. "Any other human would have given up by now, or would be reduced to tears and begging."

"I have unfinished business." Claira gasped, struggling not to lose consciousness as David's weight restricted her air supply. "I can't die until….. I've finished things….for…good!"

David looked at her critically.

She wasn't that pretty, perhaps average at best. Yet there was something different about her that David couldn't place. There was a certain drive about her that made him want to believe her when she said she wouldn't die.

He watched as she slipped into unconsciousness, her jaw still set in a defiant scowl. Suddenly the desire to devour her was gone.

"What the hell?" David whispered to himself. "Since when do I not want to drink someone's blood?"

This girl, no one had ever affected him this way. Though, to be honest, no one else had ever really gotten the chance. Still, somehow he wanted to watch this girl a bit longer. He wanted to see what she would do next and how she would do it. It was a strange fascination that he had never known before.

"Perhaps…" He thought. "You might be of some use to me alive."

David rolled off her and stood up, dusting off his clothes. He then bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

"You'll be seeing me again girl." He breathed into her ear as he flew off with her. Soon he found a pleasant enough looking park bench to lay her down on.

He looked around. It was a pretty good neighborhood, she'd be safe there until she regained consciousness.

With that he took off again.

He had some interesting things to discuss with the gang when he got back home