Once the bill had been paid, we left the cafe'. "Your service to me will start now, Shawn." She told me. "Of course. Did you have something for me to do now?" I asked. "Yes, actually.." She began. She then leaned in close to me and whispered her request. I was taken back at first, but I was in no position to question her. Why would she want me to help her lure a stranger into an alley with her? She didn't seem like that kind of woman. I responded to her with a plan, unsure of what her intent was.
We waited by a nearby alley together. I firmly gripped her arm as she feigned a face of helplessness. It was about three in the afternoon (according to a nearby antique shop which displayed clocks in front of the window), and it was lightly snowing. There was almost no one walking along the sidewalks. A man suddenly began walking along the sidewalk we were on. I glanced at Kurumi and she shot me a quick smirk. "Hey, you." I called out to him, not even sure if the plan would work. "What is it?" he replied. He was a young man; I'd say he was in his late twenties. He was Caucasian, had long, light, straight blonde hair, and hazel/brown eyes. He wore torn jeans, a light jacket, and a baseball cap. (In all honesty, just your typical douchebag.) "Lookin' for some fun?" I continued. "Got a bitch just waiting for it right here." Kurumi held her timid, helpless-looking face away from me and the man. The man eyed her down like a lion stalking its prey. It was quite obvious he liked what he saw (And who could blame him?). "How much you chargin'?" he finally asked. "Fifty an hour for everything." I responded. He smiled and nodded. I've never seen a person pull out their wallet so fast. He gave me the money. She led him down into the back of the alley where it was darker and more secluded. I stood there by myself, wondering if she was really going to do what I thought she was thinking. It wasn't long before I heard screams of agony from the man, followed by horrifying tearing and ripping noises. I peered down the alley and had to fight the urge to vomit. Limbs and fingers were scattered everywhere in their own little pools of blood. Every inch of the walls were painted with the poor soul's blood. And the smell. The air was filled with the smell of blood and pure fear. I stopped looking and trembled against the wall, slumping down to my knees. What have I done?
"So, you're admitting that a murder took place that day?" the man asked Shawn. "No, not at all." Shawn answered, sarcastically. The man continued taking notes in his notepad. The lighting in the room was dark, making Shawn feel uncomfortable. The man across from Shawn wore a camouflaged outfit. On his chest was a tag with the word "Commander" imprinted on it, making Shawn even more nervous. "Continue." he ordered.
When she had reappeared from the alley, she found me, slumped against a wall, panicking. "My, my." she said, casually. "I knew it may frighten you, but I didn't think I'd see you like this.." I looked up at her. "What..was that?" I asked, struggling to form words through my trembling. "I absorbed his life force." She responded, still casual in everything she said. "Although, you shouldn't feel too bad for him." she continued. "He would have done unspeakable things to me if he could. People like that don't belong in this world." I managed to climb back to my feet. "What are you?" I asked, managing to speak normally again. "Why, I'm just a young lady trying to survive in a cruel, cruel world!" she joked. She let out a small laugh before continuing. "Perhaps I'll explain later. Let's find a hotel now; It is getting late after all." She then held up a wallet that would belong to a male. From this, I gathered it must have belonged to the pour soul who spent his final minutes trying to have a good time; Who is now splattered all across the walls. His wallet seemed quite large (for your average douchebag). I nodded. Besides, I was too far down Shit Creek to say "no" now. I remembered he also paid me before his demise, so we had more than enough money for at least one night in a hotel.