The Devil Is A Woman

Temptation

I lay on my hotel bed sharpening my knife, watching the sparks fly off the blade. There's something about the smell of hot metal that makes me feel in control, I just can't seem to put my finger on it. I check the time: 10:38 pm. I should be out by 11pm to begin my night out. The weather is perfect for tonight's occasion. There's the perfect amount of wind, but it's also not chilly out. The sun begins to set, and as the sun begins to fade away, the darkness grows over the city, and my smile can't help but grow with the darkness.
I walk over to the closet and pull out my black mesh long sleeve bodysuit and a black bra. I usually enjoy using bralettes or going bra-less, but I'm not trying to be the center of attention, at least not tonight. I grab my favorite stretchy black jeans. The extra stretch hugs my curves just enough to make anyone double take, but are also stretchy enough to be able to get what I need done. After putting on my clothes, I grab my Prada Monolith boots. I grab my Prada Re-Edition bag to match the boots. I'm not too keen on wearing makeup, but I do a basic eyeliner, lash, and lip combo.
After refreshing my day 3 curls, I pack my purse with my essentials: license, phone, and knife. As I started to walk towards the door I stopped at the mirror. I turned to get one final look of myself. The longer I stared the bigger the hunger in my eyes grew. Eventually I could feel my eyes turning red, the mirror began to shake, reaching its breaking point. I broke my stare. I walk out into the hallway and make eye contact with someone for a quick second and remembered my eyes. They did a double take and the look of confusion was on their face, I smile.
I head to the elevator and press the call button. It seems to be taking an eternity to reach my floor, thirteen. I hear the notes of the bell to the elevator get louder as the elevator reaches my floor. Empty. I put on my sunglasses, my left AirPod, and I pull a joint from behind my ear and light it. I must have gotten into the wrong elevator... why is it going up? The elevator reaches the top floor. The door takes a while longer than normal to open so I take another hit. As I am inhaling, the door opens and three men stop before stepping in.

"Isn't that illegal?" Says the one to the right.
"Are you gonna call the cops?" I ask with a smirk.
"Do I look like a snitch to you?" He asked laughing as they stepped into the elevator. I pass the joint to him and offer him a hit. He inhales.
"Holy shit ma! Where the fuck you find something this strong?" He asked while his friends laugh.
"I grew it." I inhale deeply and make eye contact with the taller friend of the group. He's cute. "Penthouse suite, huh? What do you do?" I ask.
"You don't recognize him? Either you've been living under a rock or you've been smoking too much of that Zaza!" The friend says. I take a hit and shrug my shoulders.
"Both. Who are you?" I slide my sunglasses down to get a better look.
"My artist name is Drake." I keep my stare. "Started from the bottom? The Motto?" He asks.
"Sorry... but to afford the penthouse suite at this hotel I imagine you're pretty good." The elevator dings to the basement.
"Why are you getting off in the basement?" The other friend asks.
"I can be pretty tempting to look at." As I walk out into the basement, all the employees begin to stare at me and gravitate towards me. I turn around while walking backwards towards the exit and blow a kiss to Drake and his two friends. I turn back around and walk out of the door and get ready to hunt.

I head into a bar with a good crowd. I hate not being able to find a seat. I roll a blunt this time and I sprinkle rose petals on it for aroma. I light it and sit back into the bar stool. The bartender walks up to me.
"Negroni." I order.
"Yes ma'am. I hate to interrupt but no smok-" I stare into his soul.
"No... what?" I ask with a smirk. The owner comes over.
"Samara!" Long time no see. Was this guy giving you a hard time?" The owner asks nervously.
"Train your people to recognize me. I don't like to be challenged in public." I say as I take another hit.
"Of course. I apologize. Jimmy get Samara an ash tray and make her a Negroni." He orders.
"Much better service." I reply.
     About thirty minutes pass by when i begin to notice a man putting something into a woman's drink. Prey. I instantly begin to mind control the woman. He leans into her to tell her to drink from her cup and just as he opens his mouth I make her throw the drink into his face and mouth. I force her to see the pill he put in her drink go into his mouth. I break control. I switch to him and force him to swallow. Good boy. I break control. He begins his walk of shame to the bar while people around him haven't even noticed what just happened. He sits next to me.
"Tough night?" I ask.
"You saw that?" He asked embarrassingly.
"Free entertainment." I replied and took a sip of my second drink. "Jimmy. Get this guy a drink."
"What would you like to drink Sir?" The bartender asks.
"Vodka Cran." The man says. After he gets his drink he turns to me. "Cheers." I stare at him as I take a hit from my blunt.
"What are you doing after this?" He asks.
"Taking a long walk." I reply.
"Aren't you afraid of walking alone in today's world? Let me join you." He proposes.
Gotcha.
"Let's go then shall we?" I ask. I chug the rest of my drink and tip the bartender with two one hundred bills. The man chugs his drink and follows behind like a little dog. We walk onto the street.
"So what are you into? You seem like a freak. But like in a cool way for sure." He asks jokingly.
"Any and everything." I reply.
"Ohhhh! That is hot." He says. This guy must be young. I turn into a dark alley.
"How old are you?" I ask. I pick up my pace to get him deeper into the alley.
"Twenty-eight." He responds.
"Don't lie to me Zachary." I fucking hate liars.
"How do you know my name?" He stops in his tracks.
"Lucky guess." I reply. "I'll ask again. How old are you?" This time I begin to walk closer to him slowly to build fear.
"Twenty-three." He says as he trembles with fear. "Why?"
"That's how many seconds you're going to spend in hell for what you did tonight." I explained. He began to laugh. "You think I'm joking?" I ask.
"Fuck you creep! I'm out of here." He says as he turns around. But when he gets to the other side, there I am waiting. "How the fuck?" He starts walking backward before turning around and running. But there I am again, making his nightmares a reality.
"You can't escape me Zachary." I warn.

"Who are you!?" He screams. I grab his trachea and force him to his knees. My claws come out of my finger tips and puncture his throat. I stare into his soul while he begins his 23 second long journey through my kingdom.

"The Devil."