Ch. 1
	
	Layla yawned. The sun had just set, and it was time to put their plan into action. This "Weird Al" Yankovic was a very interesting character, very beautiful. He would be perfect, she just had to get to him. 
	She walked along the back of the venue, her stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. Finally, off in the distance, she spotted a small group of Al-oholics. Some were very close, talking to one another, while a few others were just on their own, near the group, commenting every now and then, but not really being paid attention to. One of those ones was her target.
	There was one inparticular. He was leaning against the wall, very handsome. Layla smiled evilly and licked her lips. She strolled up to him. He spotted her right away. Who wouldn't? She was wearing a very short black pleather skirt, and a pink, silky shirt with a plunging neck line. The man smiled at her.
	"Hey." he said
	"Hello, how are you this evening?" Layla purred. "My name is... Brittany."
	"I'm Hal." The man said. "I'm doing well, but I could be better."
	"Well Hal," Layla cooed, "I want to show you something, just over there a ways. I think I saw Rubén back there." She pointed to a dark alley.
	Hal arched an eyebrow. "Rubén eh? What would he be doing over there?"
	Layla just smiled. "You got me. I'll be over there if you... need anything..." she said and walked off. Hal followed close behind her. Once they reached the alley, Layla backed Hal up against the building and began kissing him. 
	*Oh gross... Keep the slobber in your mouth Fido, not running down my shirt* Layla thought. She felt his hand slowly creeping up her shirt. She grabbed it and pushed it down.
	"What kind of girl do you think I am? I just wanted to neck." she hissed and latched onto his throat. Hal yelped and tried to get away, but she was increably strong for her size.
	Layla held him tight until she felt him go limp. She released his neck and dropped the body, then began searching it for tickets. Finally she found it. "Hmm... row 2, seat 7." She looked down into his horror stricken, empty eyes. "40 bucks? You got ripped off..." she laughed and headed into the theater, tossing a couple of quarters on the ground by him.