On a hot summer night, nearing one or two a.m. In a place unfamiliar, walking alone along the dimly lit avenue. Thinking you're alone but sensing you're not. The fear rises. Its starts as an uncomfortable ache in your stomach, you start to tremble lightly. The fear grows until your whole body is enveloped in it. Your mind swimming with thoughts of why you sense something there, lurking in the shadows, when your eyes see nothing in the darkness. What is lurking there if not your imagination? It is your imagination, or is it? ...What was that? The fear rises again. Your eyes shoot to a cat jumping out of a trashcan a little ways behind you. A sigh of relief. You continue on your walk. Wait! You stop in your tracks, listening intently. You hear very quiet footsteps coming from behind you. The fear rises once more, but stronger this time. You start walking faster than before. It is getting closer. Who could it be? A man? A woman? A child? Turn around and look. Nothing there but the road you've walked. You turn to go and there in front of you is someone standing in the middle of the street. While walking towards you, you make out the shape of a woman. The hourglass shape of the waist, two round little breasts, almost too small for the body. She walks under a street lamp and you see that her face is extremely pale. She looks to be in her early twenties. Adorned in a tight black velvet shirt with black vinyl pants and boots. She's too pale to wear black. Her eyes so beautifully defined by the mascara and black eyeliner that surround them. What beautiful green eyes, but there is something hiding there. Oh her lips, the perfect color of dark maroon that makes her face somewhat sinister. So perfect her lips, kiss them. Are you dreaming? This girl is so perfect. What is she doing on a dark street in the middle of the night? She could get hurt. She speaks. "Would you offer your throat to one who hungers for it? To one who longs for the taste of it." The fear comes once more. She watches the vein in your neck, pulsing with every heartbeat. Her hunger grows. Her chest heaving with every deep breath, trying to keep herself from sinking her teeth into your tender flesh. "Would you offer your throat to me?" Should you answer, should you run? Yes, run. No, can't move. The fear grows stronger, holding you in that stance. She comes closer, pressing her body against yours. Her lips drawing nearer to your neck, to the vein that is just below the skin. Her lips brushing lightly against the soft skin of your neck. Her mouth opens revealing two sharp fangs. Slowly, her teeth pierce the tender flesh, then the vein. The blood flows from the wound filling her mouth with the salty metallic taste only a vampire could want. She drinks, her body tenses with each though of drinking more. Your energy draining with the blood, hers is growing as she drinks. You are too weak to stand. Your legs collapse beneath you. You fall to the ground, she follows, still drinking. Such pain and agony and yet such ecstasy and lust. Your heart slows, your eyes close. Everything becomes dark. She relaxes from final satisfaction, and finally pulls away. You lie too weak to move on the cluttered sidewalk. She bends to kiss your lips. You can taste the remaining blood from her mouth. Look at her, not so pale now. Her cheeks pink from the blood. Not so evil looking now, such a deceiving face. Close your eyes and sleep. Hoping you hear her, she says "Thank you" with a little remorse in her voice. Your death was not in vain. A single blood tear falls on the pavement. She stands, smiles and leaves.

You, just one of the many that die at her hands each night. Do not be angry. She is doing what comes naturally to her. And if you ever find yourself in this position, don't deny her the one thing that brings her peace. Give it willingly and she may not kill you.