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            Everything was silent along the cobble stone street; everything was silent, but one thing did move soundlessly. Her pace showed she was heading for somewhere important, her long flowing black hair dancing as her body moved. Her gray eyes flickering over the shadows dangerously, her hunger growing. Dressed in dark jeans, and a long-sleeved black shirt, her hand held a small paper bag. Her flats crushed the leaves beneath her feet.

            The woman turned into a store; if anyone was looking they would see the store was marked closed, but no eyes would see it. Walking deeper into the store that was filled with antiques of miniature statues, rabbits feet, and snakes heads, she stopped, her eyes settling on a male standing in front of her, his face hidden in the shadows. He was brought to attention of her presence by her small cough. Placing down a large rattler’s head, he stepped forward.

            His features were seductively beautiful, a strong jaw line, a five o’clock shadow, sparkling blue eyes, completed with dark brown hair and a to-die-for smile he was an angel dropped from the heavens. His voice held authority, “I’m sure you’ve got what I need?” He asked. The woman narrowed her eyes, her lips pinching together as she tapped the beg with her nail.

            “Of course,” He said calmly, “You want payment.” Smirking, the woman stared hungrily at his neck, but said nothing. The male sighed at her lack of response, reaching for the bag. In return, the female slashed like a cat, her nails scraping precious skin away. Yanking back his arm, the man scowled.

            “Need I remind you?” She whispered, her voice weaving through the muggy air. It was soft, welcoming, and devilish. Her smirk never leaving her face, she dropped the bag and shoved behind her, “Payment.” Her voice snarled, but the smirk stayed planted. Narrowing his own eyes, the man hissed darkly, “Not until the bag is in my hands safely.”

            “I can live with that.” She smirked, stepping back, picking the bag up, “But I can’t live without payment, understand?” She sneered, her hair falling in front of her left eye.

            “I do not.” He claimed, “Money? You can’t live without money, bratty bitch.” Silence. Sweet silence, outside the sun was setting behind the tall buildings. The female closed her fist, cracking all of her knuckles, “Furrian, I know your secret to life.” She grinned, “Light… Day. And sun.”

            “Point?” inquired the Furrian. The woman picked up a beautiful sapphire and amethyst necklace, her nails starching the hard gems. The male noticed this, and stepped back one. Looking up, her once gray eyes were a deep red, “And I survive in the night. On a crystal red liquid that every living organism has…” She hissed, her grip letting the bag and necklace fall, “And I need payment to survive.” She leered, lunging.

Her hand gripping his neck as she towered over him; the Furrian was gasping for precious breath, trying to remove her ivory hand. Licking his neck softly, she scraped her sharp fangs against his tender flesh. Whispering hungrily, “You’re ripe… That’s good. Furrian.” He gasped for precious breath, then he got it. Sucking in the wonderful oxygen, his muscles started absorbing the air. This is when she sank her sharp fangs into his vein. Guzzling it into her stomach, she let the liquid drizzle out of the corner of her mouth. Sitting up again, she licked her lips removing the excess blood.

Picking up the bag, she unrolled the top, looking at her dying prey, the blood spilling over the white tile.