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on to an easier quarry was becoming a
safer bet. She needed to feed. The small woman with brown, short
hair and grey eyes, who had been watching her on and off, would be
that choice. So eager. An easy toy to play with, to tease, eyes
flirting, maybe yes, maybe no, dancing bodies ideal props for a
creature of great will. Just tantalize her, make her want, make her
burn up with desire, pull her leash tighter and tighter.
    When Terri finished screaming, “Think
twice before you jump” , or dive, the mesmerizing creature
decided to close her net. Her eyes smiled for Alexi only, beckoning
her, creating a path across the dancing crowd, like the ocean
opening to power. And Alexi followed obediently, oblivious to the
exalted audience, followed her doomed fate.
     
    * * * * * * *
     
    The singer was always in motion, jumping,
dancing, seducing the crowd, with her voice and with her sensual
moves. Her wildness was a sweaty affair. She picked up a pint glass
of water, emptied it over her head and shook the wavy snakes of her
red hair, spraying water all over the place, over the first row of
delighted dancers, and over Dawn’s keyboards, who didn’t swear nor
really complain, equal to herself. She attempted to sponge the
puddles of water with a sheet of paper but had to give up. She had
only two hands to keep on playing the wild music and sing the
backing vocals.
    Sid watched the action, her eyes seeing it in
slow motion, like so many years ago she had seen her friend Annick
breaking the safety glass of the alarm system in a subway political
action.
    Her vision went back to normal as suddenly.
She sighed and stopped dancing. She couldn’t help being the good
person she was, despite her permanent state of mania. She forked
out part of the toilet paper forever lining her deep pockets and
dried up the top keyboard, careful not to modify the settings. Even
if she felt in the middle of a personal vendetta with this band.
But she was not about to let them know. Not yet. The musician
smiled her thanx, unaware of her effect on Sid, unaware of Sid’s
sudden confusion, unaware of Sid’s inner turmoil. Should she hate
Second Look? Should she love them? Should she feel resentful?
Should she feel grateful? Because of them, she was losing her
musical thread and couldn’t figure out if it was a blessing or a
curse. Or maybe the curse was in the multiplicity of her
talents…
    The show went on.
     
    * * * * * * *
     
    A parking lot backed the pub. The moon was
magnificent in its fullness, adding to the natural power of the
gypsy-eyed woman.
    Alexi felt mesmerized and couldn’t mind. The
beautiful creature smiled at her, showing canines slightly longer
and sharper than human. Alexi didn’t notice or didn’t understand.
Desire was burning her inside out, spilling breathlessly between
her lips. She painfully longed to taste the red, tantalizing lips
and let her fingers wander down the pale skin of the smooth
stomach. The subject of her desire smiled even more broadly,
showing even more canines and, maintaining the veil of illusion
over the victim’s mind, she swiftly bit the tender skin in the
curve of the neck. The sweet and rich blood started to flow across
her greedy tongue, satisfyingly. Vegetarian’s blood was always
sweet, while meat-eater’s was slightly bitter. She’d always had a
sweet tooth.
    Alexi never knew that her blood was drained
out of her body. She felt greater pleasure than she ever imagined
possible, while her life left her, gently sipped away.
     
    * * * * * * *
     
    That night, Second Look didn’t perform
Predator, Lita’s favorite number. They were too short of time. The
crowd wanted more. But pubs always closed, regardless.
    Sid contemplated the audience, exchanged
glances with the gypsy-eyed woman. Of course, she could only see a
blurred image of the eyes enhanced with kohl. She looked away, not
knowing that this slight physical defect had prevented her from
experiencing the encounter of a lifetime, with the only