This is just a random one-shot I wrote a while ago for a vampire competition on a different website. I'm just putting it out there for your enjoyment while I work on some other pieces. Any comments or opinions are more than welcome. I hope you enjoy!
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The night was alive with the sounds of city life echoing off the towering sky-scrapers, horns blowing and brakes screeching. City lights flickered in the night, beckoning travelers to its comforts from miles away. While the lights dusted the earth, the crescent-shaped moon glowed in the dark of night surrounded by its usual halo of stars. Scorpius continued its summer chase of Orion while the Sagittarius centaur aimed its arrow towards Antares, the heart of the scorpion.
As the constellations waged war on each other, the people of Chicago continued on about their nightly business, ignorant of the activity above them, no thanks to the city lights that formed a dull haze over the lower layer of the atmosphere. To those who ventured to look up, the dim moonlight cast a faint shadow across the top of a building, illuminating a dark silhouette. The fact was, nobody looked up; well, none of the mortal world at least. A few businessmen rushed down the street preoccupied with getting home to put their children to bed, while others were merely interested in getting drunk at the nearest bar or having their bit of fun with some of the locals. What their wives didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
It was the time when the real monsters of the night began to emerge from the shadows and disperse amongst the busy streets. A smirk slowly spread on the lips of the creature crouched over on the roof of a giant law firm as she watched her kind filter into the crowds as if they had been there all along. She learned quickly enough that the worst parts of town were the best parts of town for hunting. The people caught there were the least likely to be missed. Then again, the occasional suit and tie was a nice treat to get the evening going.
The humans seemed to think that the scariest things out on the streets at night were the drug dealers, hookers, gangs, and local mafia. Perhaps, in a way, they were right. Those groups offered nothing but subservience and death. No matter how much people paid or begged, it always ended in death, whether by overdose, bullet, or other means. At least she and her kind offered life. Well, it wasn't a mortal life, but it was an existence beyond death. It was more than what the hooker at the corner of the street below could offer.
Deep crimson eyes watched as the woman below hiked up her skirt another inch, leaving barely anything to the imagination, her chest already bulging over the corset that was three sizes too small. The woman was in desperate need of attention. She had overdue rent, a five-year-old boy's plate to fill, not to mention the usual nightly percentage owed to Rick, her 'boss.' Unfortunately, her features were rather plain and her hair somewhat ratted on the top of her head. Her makeup was overdone, but whose wasn't? She had stiff competition that night, but she stood proudly on the corner, raising her chest just a bit to accentuate one of the main perks she had to offer over some of the other women patrolling the streets.
At that moment, two men exited a bar and parted ways, one of them dropping a hand to the woman's ass as he passed. "Hey! Hands off the merchandise unless you're willing to put up a price," she cried out to the man, catching his attention and making him halt in his step. Raising an eyebrow, he turned back to look at the woman standing next to a light pole, hands resting on her hips. A smirk slowly spread across his face, his tongue darting out to trace his lips as he took in her figure beneath the pale street light.
"And how much would that be?" From the rooftop of the building, Kara observed their interactions, following their movements as the woman led the man into the building that she now sat atop. Of course, the man didn't disappear from the sidewalk until after he'd called his girlfriend to inform her that he was having a 'boys night' at a bar with some of his co-workers. Kara rolled her eyes as he followed the woman into the building, expressing through his very actions why Kara felt no remorse for the pathetic, weak humans.
