She took in a deep breath. It was going to be a long night A long, slow night. There wasn't much going on so far. Not too many people walking the streets. It was dark, and the moon was full. Sometimes, under those circumstances, people wouldn't walk. Maybe they were too afraid to. They didn't know what sort of creatures lurked around in the shadows. Maybe the moon really did make some people crazy...or wild. Maybe people just thought too much. Maybe she was just paranoid.
She looked at her watch. It was only a little after eleven. In a way, she was glad there weren't too many people out. Usually, at this time, it was the much older, and dirtier men. The men into dominatrix games. The men that she refused to call men, but pigs.
She noticed a car coming down the road. Usually, she would have paid no mind, but this one just seemed to catch her eye. Red...deep blood red. A PT Cruiser. Usually, she felt the cars were ugly, but under the light of the full moon, it shined, and in a way, seemed to glow.
As it got closer to where she stood, it slowed down a little bit. The windows, she noticed, were tinted black so that she could not see who was driving. Mysterious...She liked mysteries.
She got into position, feeling that this time would be a chance to make a little cash, as the vehicle stopped beside her. The passenger side window rolled down, revealing the dark inside.
"What are you doing out so late?" asked a deep, rough voice from in the Cruiser.
Her heart almost stopped. Her pulse jumped higher. She should be use to questions like this, but his voice sent chills down her spine. Maybe this was somebody she shouldn't tangle with. She couldn't even see what the man looked like. Whether he was 35 or 75. Whether he was black, white, Asian...
Either way, she put on false smile, and leaned in the window, showing a little cleavage, just a small sample of what he could have. "I'm just looking for a good time," she replied, in her sexy voice. "What about you? Why are you driving around so late?"
"I'm looking for somebody that needs to have a good time." Still, no figure, but the mysteriously calm voice.
She leaned in the car a little more, allowing more of her full, false breasts to be seen. "Well, maybe you could help me out then. Or, I could help you..." She licked her full cherry lips slowly.
The face of a man, of about the age of 26 appeared. He didn't seem like the type of man that she expected to see. Clean, shaven. Medium length dark brown hair neatly combed. Dark brown eyes, thin face. In her opinion, probably the only man that she could see herself not being ashamed of sleeping with. Or doing anything else with, for that matter.
"Open the door," he whispered, staring at her cooly. Not seeming to ogle her cleavage like most other men do. "It is unlocked. I will take you someplace private."
She grinned and opened up the door. She slid in the passenger side seat slowly. He already too short skirt climbing further up her thighs, revealing the fact that she chose not to wear any underwear this evening. She crossed her legs, and pulled the door shut.
She looked back over at the driver, thinking that he would be taking in her long legs like a mad, starved wolf. She was surprised to see that he had his sight focused on the road. For once, she felt disappointed that somebody wasn't looking at her in a dirty way.
He put his Cruiser in drive, and began to drive down the long stretch of road ahead of them, remaining silent the entire thirty-five minutes. They arrived at a small cabin in a wooded area. Out in front, was a pond that glistened under the moon and a small dock with a boat tied to it.
The man got out of the driver's side of the car, and disappeared after he shut his door. She sat there for a couple minutes, in the passenger's side, wondering if he was going to come back, and open the door for her. After realizing that he wasn't, she opened her door, and stepped out into the misty night. One of her heals dug into the wet earth. She swore under her breath as she pulled herself free.
"Where the fuck am I..." she whispered to herself. She glanced around.
"Why, you are at my little...hideaway..." a voice growled from behind her.
She spun around quickly, almost losing her balance. She felt a sudden bit of fear...She didn't like this place. It was too dark...too secluded...too...quiet.
He reached out and put his hand on her face. He has strong hands, but a gentle touch. She took in his body. Tall, about 6'. Lean, muscular. He wore a black suit...which struck her as odd, but didn't stop her from reacting to him.
She took a step closer to him. Leaned her face in closely to his. "You're...different than any other man I've met...Mysterious..."
He pulled her to him, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't full of need and hunger like she was use to. It was sort of...sweet in a strange sense. His lips were a bit cold though...A little too cold...
She felt him pull away. He put both of his hands on her neck. She could barely feel his hands on her because his touch was so light...so soft.
"Sometimes," he began, his gaze drifting the length of her body. Scanning over her tight, short, breast bearing black shirt, to her red leather skirt, to her long pale legs, and to her high red boots. "...mysteries aren't always that good. Not as exciting as we always think that they are going to be."
She stared at him...puzzled for a moment. When he looked back to her face, his expression had changed. It was the hunger that she was use to men looking at her with. His eyes had darkened and flashed with excitement. He grinned, revealing his perfect white teeth...only, his teeth were only perfect for one thing...
"No!" She tried to push away from him, but he put one arm around her waist, holding her to his rock hard body, and grabbed her head, twisting it to the side.
She kicked at him, managing to do nothing, but slip on the damp ground. She let out a shrill scream of complete terror as he threw his head forward, breaking the skin of her neck. She continued to scream until either she lost her voice, or she had lost consciousness...Either way, she would never know.
He took a final sip of her young blood, and threw her to the ground. She lay there, pale, and motionless, like a rag doll. He simply fixed the collar of his jacket and took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth. He took one final look at her before turning to leave for the cabin.
In a way, he had done her a favor. She didn't like who she was, the way that she was; didn't like the fact that she sold herself to only afford scraps for food. No longer, did she need to worry about making enough money on the streets for both her survival, and her drugs. Now, she could be in peace...Or could she?
