Mrs. Vampire

Prologue

The orange haired female groaned as she pushed every single limb in her body to keep moving her through the dark alleyway.

Bright orange, dry looking strands of hair hung in front of her eyes, handicapping her sight and making her groan again, a slender and beautiful but strong trembling hand, decorated by various shiny, luxurious rings, reaching up to gently push her hair away from her continuously blinking eyelids, revealing a pale forehead and dark cat shaped looking eyes.

Somewhere, far in the distance, she could hear crickets chirping, along with the scraping of her own leather boots sole being shuffled along the concrete.

Panting and bloodshot, desperate yet emotionless eyes flickering, she kept dragging one food behind the other, wanting to groan in agony.

"Stupid.. I should've eaten when I could..." she forced out of her clammy throat, eyes roaming around for a potential prey.

A deer. A rabbit. Anything.

Or if she was lucky, the most delicious of them all.

Human.

She needed blood, a lot of it.

Or she would go crazy. Or she would collapse. And perhaps, decay after a certain amount of time,

Curse her for having a clumsy and forgetful little mind, renovating her new house all by herself for two weeks straight instead of feeding anything and ignoring her thirst. And now that the time had come, she didn't think she could live another single moment without the taste of fresh, warm blood.

And as if angels high above had heard her continuous begs induced by weakness and hunger and granted her wishes, she found her prey for the night, steering directly towards her.

A young woman in her twenties, a violin case on her back and a bag of sheet music in her left hand. She was wearing a black dress, reaching below her mid thigh and an also black cardigan to cover up her arms and shoulders. Shiny high heels, click clacking on the old concrete with every single step she took.

She was probably heading home from a long and exhausting recital, waiting to get home and drink a warm cup of tea and get some long, relaxing hours of sleep.

But the cat eyed didn't care about that. All of a sudden, her exhaustion and weakness were corrupted by one thing:

The smell of blood, human blood.

It made her act before it made her think. It always did.

Suddenly gaining all of her senses and full conscience back, she breathed out in relief, closing her eyes and standing in front of the woman within a millisecond.

A loud shriek left the females throat, her dropping her bag of sheet music in shock. Not even sparing the bag a single glance, she turned around and tried to run away as fastly as possible, her high heels click clacking loudly on the ground again.

The orange haired tsk'ed, grabbing her shoulder from behind and positioning herself opposite from her.

"Be quiet and don't move." She spoke lowly, boring her eyes right into hers, her pupils dilating and constricting regularly.

And suddenly, she did not utter another word or move a single limb, just staring into the distance with wide eyes. It was almost as if she was hypnotised.

She smiled sweetly.

"Awesome. So, just to check.." her eyes moved towards the gold necklace around her neck, her thing fingers touching it carefully, as if it could've burned her.

"..good, no vervain."

Now, her gaze wandered towards the woman's arms and hands, checking for any other jewellery. And as she checked her diamond bracelet for any more traces, she smirked in satisfaction, her tongue slightly sticking out.