Just Easy Prey

When life gives you lemons, you look life in the eye and say fuck you while squeezing those lemons in life's face. At least that's how I figure it to be...

Caia Lone-heart or Birdie as her family and friends nicknamed her.
Fog surrounded her as she walked down the dark streets to make her way home. "God, why does it have to feel cold now!" She hissed to herself, trying to make the skirt of her uniform cover more of her legs. Picking up her pace, a dripping sound catches her attention. Squinting to try to see through the fog cloud. Giving a groan, she kept moving. Jumping a little feeling something touch her arm sliding up but nothing was there. "Whoever you are, I will fuck you up!" She screamed into the fog. Narrowing her amber eyes, looking around. A shiver runs down her spine as someone starts to chuckle. She turned her head back to keep walking forward but stopped staring at a tall, thin man. A smirk resting over his middle aged features. "What was it? Oh yes you'll fuck me up?" His smirk turning into a huge grin. "Love to see you try, little bird." She backed up a little, staring the man down.
"Can I help you?" Her voice like the polar ice waters. Pulling out a smoke, the man drew his attention down to light his smoke before letting out a puff, it blurred and blending with the fog.
"Well, I suppose you could." Giving a light hum, he moved but disappeared from her sights. Her eyes widened as he whispered in her ear. "By sleeping." She moved to hit him but fell. Her eye lids felt heavy, she watched as he crouch grinning at her, pearly teeth shined back at her. Along with the fangs.