I'm sure that some people would think how I get my victims is 'dishonest'.
Truth of the matter, the hunt is just as much fun as the kill.
Late on a Saturday night, I stroll out of a movie theater, walking the mile to my car in a bad section of town. Easily, I catch scent of the rough looking biker dude following me.
I adjust my dress, and keep walking.
As he follows me, I eventually duck into an alley that I know has no exit. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him enter behind me.
He smiles, advancing on me as he draws a blade. My fake tears start to come.
"No....please!" I beg as he closes to me, wrapping his hand around my throat. He smirks, and I let him shove me into the wall.
I grunt, and he tosses me to the ground. He climbs on top of me, blade pressed against my throat.
"Let's have some fun, baby," he sneers.
"Oh sugar," I grin, eyes flashing red. I bare my teeth, my canines sharpening. "You have no idea what I am."
I flip him over like a rag doll, bearing my own strength against him. "But we will have fun."
He grins back. He blinks, and his eyes turn black. He reaches up, grabbing and snapping my wrist like a twig. He flips me back over, on top of me again.
He smiles, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth.
"Of course we'll have fun." He leans forward, face inches from mine. "And I know exactly what you are."
He leans forward, snarling. I scream.