public. She tended to generate a low-level psychic energy that most humans found unnerving, if not antagonistic. In layman's terms, she tended to either scare people or piss them off.
"I— I—" She shot her prey a glance out of the corner of her eye. Shit! The bastard was starting to make his move, hustling one of the more entranced hangers-on.
"I realize this is going to sound like a really dumb, cheap come-on," he said, giving her an embarassed smile. "But I saw you from across the room—and I just had to meet you.
Please let me buy you a drink."
"I, uh, I—"
The vampire was escorting its prey outside, smiling widely as it continued to discourse on modern art.
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"There's something I have to take care of—I'll be right back! I promise! Don't go away!"
she blurted, and dashed off in pursuit of her target for the night.
She scanned the parking lot, checking for signs of the vampire's passage. She prayed she wasn't too late. Once a vamp isolated and seduced a human from the herd, they tended to move quickly. She knew that from her own experience at the hands of Lord Morgan, the undead bastard responsible for her own transformation.
The vampire and its prey were sitting in the backseat of a silver BMW with heavily tinted windows; their blurred silhouettes moving like shadows reflected in an aquarium. There was no time to waste. She'd have to risk being spotted.
The imitation art-fag looked genuinely suprised when her fist punched through the back window, sending tinted safety glass flying into the car. He hissed a challenge, exposing his fangs, as he whipped about to face her. His victim sat beside him, motionless as a mannequin, his eyes unfocused and fly open. The human's erect penis jutted forward, vibrating like a tuning fork.
Sonja grabbed the vampire by the collar of his black silk shirt and pulled him, kicking and screaming, through the busted back windshield. The human didn't even blink.
"Quit yer bitchin!" Sonja snapped as she hurled the snarling vampire onto the parking lot gravel. "Let's get this over with, dead boy! I got a hot date!"
The vampire launched himself at her, talons hooked and fangs extended. Sonja moved to meet the attack, flicking open her switchblade with a snap of her wrist. The silver blade sank into the vampire's exposed thorax, causing him to shriek in pain. The vampire collapsed, spasming as his system reacted to the silver's toxin.
Sonja knelt and swiftly removed the vampire's head from his shoulders. The body was already starting to putrefy by the time she located the BMW's keys. She unlocked the trunk and tossed the vampire's rapidly decomposing remains inside, making sure the keys were left in his pants pocket.
She looked around, but there were no witnesses to be seen in the darkened lot. She moved around to the passenger side and opened the door, tugging the human out of the car.
He stood propped against the bumper like a drunkard, his eyes swimming and his face slack. His penis dangled from his pants like a deflated party balloon. Sonja took his chin between her thumb and forefinger and turned his head so that his eyes met hers.
"This never happened. You do not remember leaving the bar with anyone. Is that clear?"
"N-nothing h-happened," he stammered.
"Excellent! Now go back in the bar and have a good time. Oh, and stick that thing back in your pants! You don't want to get busted for indecent exposure, do you?"
She was buzzing by the time she re-entered the bar. She liked to think of it as her apres-
combathigh. The adrenaline from the battle was still sluicing around inside her, juicing her perceptions and making her feel as if she was made of lightning and spun glass. It wasn't as intense as the boost she got from blood, but it was good.
Someone jostled her and Sonja looked down into the face of a drab, mousey woman, her face set into a scowl. She paused, studying the