A sweet cup of coffee rested in her hand. She sat silently in her chair, sipping it, the smooth caffeine trickling down her throat. It would soon send a burst of energy into her body, making her more lively, awake. Her deep-set blue eyes stared out into space as more customers started to arrive. She crossed her legs gracefully, her blue pencil skirt ruffling a little. The matching white, long sleeve shirt lay on her upper body perfectly as she moved her arms around. Long, bouncing, light brown curls cascaded down her back that made every bystander stare in awe. Her perfect red lips puckered ever so slightly as she sipped, and her rosy cheeks added to her perfection. She looked gorgeous, and she felt it in the inside as well. Perfection.
"Ma'am, would you like some more coffee?" A waiter stumbled.
"Yes please," she replied coolly, suspiciously glancing around, her eyes scanning the room.
As she answered, the door opened with the following noise of bells jingling. A slick, young man walked in with a suit on. His black hair rest perfectly on his head, as so did his facial features; twinkling brown eyes, nice lips, and an enticing smile. His gaze met with her, and he strolled towards her, finding a seat.
"Hello Valerie," his deep voice whispered.
"Hi, Damen," she replied in the same tone.
"Long time no see. Anyhow, I have it with me."
"Oh yes, that's good. Will it be easier to get to them now...?"
"Yes, of course. They're so foolish, it won't be hard."
"Easy targets." She grinned seductively.
"Excuse me ma'am, your coffee." The waiter said nervously. They both didn't seemed surprised at his nervous reaction though. The waiter almost felt... intimidated by the two breath taking citizens before him. But on the other hand, something didn't feel right...
"Thank you," she replied swiftly.
The waiter walked away, almost stumbling on his feet. He put his fingers through his scraggly blonde hair, perplexed. He felt surprisingly dizzy all of sudden from just being near them a few minutes ago. He walked behind the counter again, not sure what he was doing now. He looked down at his hands and realized that he had her bill. He glanced up and saw them leave. Something overpowered him. He dropped the bill, and took off from the back door. He stood outside, desperately looking for them. He saw them; they cruised in a silver escalade. His jaw dropped. He couldn't help it, he needed tor un after them and he still didn't know why...
His feet stomped across the pavement after them, his breathing perfectly paced. His heart raced somewhat as he followed them stealthily fifteen minutes away, to an abandoned ware house in the woods. He hid behind a tree, and watched them get out of the car gracefully. Her heals clicked on the ground, as his enormous shoes pounded the ground. They both looked at each other, then nodded, heading towards the ware house door. Screams bounced out of the room, sending the waiter electrified with fear.
"Val, it will be so much easier to get rid of them now."
"Of course! This will be fun!"
The waiter, Travis, heard this terrible conversation, wondering what they were, who they were, and why they were doing whatever they were doing.
He inched towards the door, and knocked. The most ignorant thing to do.
It swung open, revealing people bleeding to death, unconscious.
"Who are you?!" They screamed in unison.
"We are going to have to kill you now. You've seen to much." Valerie sneered, her eyes full of rage.
'You're going to kill me?" Travis snickered back.
"Well, yes.: Damen said slyly. "We wouldn't want the government knowing we had their agents.
At this, Travis laughed. His eyes started to turn a deep black, and his face started to glisten. His two canines started to protrude from his mouth, and extended so long; it was unnatural.
"You think you're going to get away with this?! I knew something was wrong. I could sense it."
The pair stared at him in fear, knowing that this was their end now.
"We would've killed all the agents, you know. It would make your life so much easier." Damen whispered, fear obviously taking over him.
"The Killer 500 would've killed them better than you, you... vamp?"
"I'm sure it would." He didn't pay attention, really, to her last words because he knew he would destroy the two and then the "Killer 500".
As they both surrendered, laying themselves on the ground, exposed, something pierced them. They felt a sharp needle almost, being stabbed into their chest, their souls. They could feel their life being torn away by the second, their last breath fading. It was over. Soon they would be just as dead as the agents they had captured. But they would have less blood left in their bodies, they would be as dry as raisins when he finished.
Now it was inevitable for them. As their screams filled the air, a wave of vampires heard from afar. They wanted to share the feast, knowing that it was a good one. Evil souls always tasted best.
