Jasmine woke as the moonlight hit her face. She woke starved as always, she stared at the ceiling, thinking about her family. Four years ago she ran away, Four long years I haven't seen my mother, heard my father's voice, I haven't fought with Jennifer and I never see little James grow up, she thought.

"Well, it doesn't help matters if you feel sorry for yourself..." She mumbled as she got off her bed.

"Another night," She sighed as she walked to her closet and found her black short sleeve shirt. She thumbed through her clothes she found her black leather pants. Slowly she pulled her pants up, buttoned them, and then slipped on her shirt.

Isaac walked out of the small mini mart. He looked around slightly freaked.

"Okay Isaac, nothing to be frightened of, just hurry up and get to the hotel." He said to calm himself.

Crossing the street, Jasmine was stalking him keeping a close eye on him. He turned back in a frightened manner and she fled into an alley. Though she could still hear his heart beat, she heard some one talk.

"Give me your money, and you won't get hurt." A strange voice commanded.

"I don't have any." Isaac said hurried and scared.

"You're lying! Give it now!" The voice persisted.

Jasmine trying to ignore the conversation she felt sudden pity for the person she was going to kill.

Isaac took off his watch and took about five bucks he had in his pocket, "This is all I have, I swear it!"

"I'm sorry, you have the wrong answer."

Jasmine quickly turned the corner as she saw the other person pull the trigger, and the bullet go through Isaac's chest.

He fell to the ground.

The boy ran toward Jasmine firing. "What?!" He looked at her surprised as he opened fire again.

"To tell you the truth, I don't like guns, much less be shot at by one." Jasmine roared as she picked the boy by his throat.

"You better GLAD that I'm in a good mood." She said as she threw him to the ground.

"GO!" She yelled to the boy as she ran to Isaac's side. "Do you want your life saved?" Jasmine asked quickly.

"Yes." Isaac muttered.

"This will hurt." She warned, placing her lips upon his neck. Then in a matter of seconds her teeth sank into his skin, and drew blood.

She lifted her head; her lips now stained red, and pierced her wrist with her thumbnail. Placing her bleeding wrist to Isaac's lips, she commanded, "Drink."