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Harry Styles, known as "The Vampire of Sacramento", who drank his victims blood, and cannibalized them, kills again. There was no picture of myself on the cover of the newspaper, of course, they only knew what my name was, but they couldn't point me out in a crowd, only because I remained an anonymous killer, my name carved into the bodies of my victims.

I bet I could make your skin crawl, just by saying a few words, not even. I've been watching a specific girl for a while. Long dark brown hair, fairly skinny, extremely short.

I could only imagine what I'd do to her..

She's always at the same bar with the same people she was with the night before, although tonight's the night I finally meet her, up close and personal. I stared at her, taking occasional sips of my beer, her eyes connecting with mine. She batted her eyelashes, continuing to flirt with me from a distance. She strutted herself over to me, leaning against the bar, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulder, her deep brown eyes staring into my green,"So," She starts off, "What's your name?"She asks, fixing the collar of my jacket, "Harry, what's yours, love?"I said, keeping my voice deep and my interests hidden, "Camila," She smiled, playing with a strand of her hair.

I moved my eyes up and down her body, licking my lips as I did. She could tell I was interested, "Do you want to get out of here, maybe?"She asked, moving quicker than I expected her to, "I'd love to"I smirked, taking her hand, I led her outside to an alley just outside the bar.

She continued to feel me up, my hand against the arch of her back, the other behind mine, reaching for the knife in my back pocket. Both hands behind her back, Camila continuing to kiss me, the knife almost grazing her skin, as she didn't even notice. I pushed the knife into her back, making her push herself off of me.

Her dark brown eyes turning a bright red, reaching behind her back, ripping out the knife I planted in her. She looked beautiful, but she also frightened me, and nothing did, ever.

She walked towards me, her hand on my neck, lifting me off of the ground, "How dare you," She said, her eyes making a brighter red, almost turning blue. She lifted me up off of the wall, without even touching me, just by the movement of her hand.

"You have no idea who you just messed with"She said, before pushing me all the way to the other end of the alley, into a garbage dumpster. She made her way over to me, kneeling down, pulling my chin so she'd look directly into my eyes. Her eyes a bright blue now, looking into mine.

This felt so unreal, "I know who you are," She said, "And I won't forget your face". She stood up, walking away from me, dropping the knife on the ground, not looking back once.

What is she?