Fangs of Lust (Completed)

Chapter III

The streets were starting to get crowded as Jean made her way down the downtown. She was taking all the new information in in this new era, her eyes going back and forth between buildings and people. She had never seen so many people of different ethnicities huddled up in the same place, guess times changed.

She mapping the city in her mind as she walked between the streets and shops. She already knew the way back into the forest so that wasn't a problem, but she wouldn't be able to use the new technology until she got a better hang of it, so walking it was.

As she walked into another street she already had a basic but proper map of the city in her mind. She was careful enough not to pull any suspicion to herself, but she couldn't help the looks she got due to her unnaturally dead skin color and red hair that created a sharp contrast. She slowed down as she passed by a street filled with redlight districts and nightclubs, which reminded her of the old time inns with people drinking and having fun. Good, it was time to hunt.

She casually walked down the street, giving her hip just that one extra sway. The red neon lights and some broken street lights illuminated the pavement as she inspected each one of the entrances. Soon enough, she heard a whistle from behind and stopped in her tracks, a little smile appearing on her face. It disappeared as soon as she turned her back and stared at the tall guy leaning on the wall of a nearby building. The guy had light brown hair that was cut to ear height, his arms were covered in tattoos that made it look like he was wearing a long sleeved shirt and he wore a tight black t-shirt that shoved off his muscles. He seemed like the arrogant type that got all the girls, which was the easiest to trick and manipulate. He also had a big bike next to him, which she recognized a lot of the people on the roads used.

She put a fake smile across her face and walked towards the guy, who grinned wide in response. It wasn't a pleasant grin, she wanted to rip his smile off along with his arteries, but that had to wait.

"Like what you see?"

That line was starting to get stuck on her tongue. Jean started reminding herself of one of those street girls who asked every rich looking guy the same question in the times she was a young kin.

The guy checked her body out with hunger in his eyes. Ironically, Jean could do the same but with a different type of hunger.

"Oh yeah girl, I could smash that body all night long."

Jean kept her smile intact and tried hard not to crease her brows. It took some will not to have a disgusted look on her face. Guess the vulgarity in people didn't change even after centuries. She guessed for how long guys like this lasted has also not changed.

"You do that to girls in the middle of the street, or does that bike of yours actually have a purpose?"

She intentionally added a little bit of slur to her voice, her eyes followed the excitement of the guy who had stopped leaning on the wall and was starting up his bike.

"Wanna find out?"

Jean smiled, her eyes shining with hunger, the fly was in the net. The guy, however, took it as another message and jumped onto his bike. It looked big enough to easily carry two people. Jean had to hold herself back from jumping on the bike and kept up her act of the tipsy girl, taking her time to get on. The engine started with a roar and the headlights illuminated the road. Jean liked the growling of the machine, she had to learn how to use one of those.

"Hold on tight baby."

The engine gave another loud roar and came to life. She held onto the guy and fixed herself onto her seat with her legs. She pressed her back against the guy and moved upwards so she could see what exactly he did with the machine. Turn the little key, pull that lever in, push left foot down and slightly up, flip the switch... She also watched how he drove the bike, what slowed it down and what sped it up. She would get the hang of it in not too long.