The Vampire Vigilante

I don't know if I am going to continue writing this, I am going to publish the prologue and if you like it, i'll try.

She had hair darker than any burnt corpse, skin as pale as freshly fallen snow on a sunny day, and red eyes that would cut through you. When she looked at you with those scarlet eyes, it wasn't hard to understand the fact that she instantaneously understood your life story. It was an incredible talent, and she didn't hesitate to use it. She also had sharpened teeth but that couldn't really be considered surprising considering what you've just heard, I mean you have all the signs, and red eyes couldn't be more obvious. She was very clearly a vampire. She called herself Sherlock even though quite clearly she was not the famous detective. She ran around the city at the dead of night solving crimes and delivering criminals with bite marks on their necks, criminal files tied to their arm and her description in their heads.