In the middle of the night, something stirred. There she was. Beautiful. Red hair. Yellow Eyes. Powerful. Amazing. The group stared in awe. Wow, one whispered. Damn, said one of the boys. She drifted over. Once again, Amazing. The guys jaws dropped. She flashed her fangs. -
There they are. Sitting ducks. Their smell is breathtaking. Hunger is consuming me. I need to move. Swiftly. Softly. -
She attacked. More with mind, rather than body. She let them live. But she took blood from each. Their blood wasn't right. It didn't taste like the normal Carmel cinnamon mixture. She couldn't put it on the dot. Then it came to her. They had been drinking and smoking. Typical teenagers. After taking the desired blood, she laid them side by side. Spreading out the beer bottles, and smoking utensils. A man was standing behind a tree watching the whole thing. She sensed him and looked up. He had his gun in hand ready to shoot. She looked him in the eyes. He dropped the gun. In love, with her beauty. He walked over mindlessly, not caring about whether it was safe or not. She kissed him softly on the cheek. She didn't feel the same way about him. She looked him in the eyes again, wiping his memory clean. Then laying him by the others. Looking back over them, she turned and fled into the coming dawn.
