The Fourth V

Last Victim

You walked into a bar, looking for your next unlucky victim. "Hey what can I get for ya?" The bartender asked. "Uhh can I get a F/D please". "Comin up" he responded.

"Hey beautiful" a guy walked up to you. He was eyeing you like were a snack. Ugh men. "Heyy" you said with an innocent smile. "What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" Omg you wanted to roll your eyes so badly.

"Follow me" you smirked. He followed you outside the bar and into an alley. He pushed you against the brick wall and started kissing you.

You immediately went for the pocket knife in your leather jacket. A pocket knife isn't the most efficient weapon but it works. It's enough to kill a person but not enough to cause any suspicion.

You pushed him off of you and shoved him to the ground. Before he realized what was happening, you slit his throat with your knife. Blood splattered all over your face. You covered his mouth to muffle the screams.

Once he was dead you touched the blood on your face with your finger, then put it in your mouth. Mmm the lovely taste of blood. It was salty and metallic, and you loved the taste. You cut your victim's arm and started drinking his blood.

You liked vampire books and that influenced you to try to drink your victims' blood. It was good.

You saw a shadow standing about 10 feet away from you. "What are you doing!?" He demanded. His eyes darted to your most recent victim, then back to you. "That was my brother you bitch!"

He then advanced in your direction. He ripped the knife out of your hand and shoved you to the ground. "Your gonna pay for that bitch" he sneered. "Go to hell!" You yelled, if you were gonna die, you weren't gonna cower.

He stabbed you in the chest and slit your throat. With your own fucking knife! "See you in hell.. asshole" you coughed. Blood swelled in your throat as you choked. Your vision went blurry. And all the pain went away.