The leader's other hand whipped around, grabbed her head and yanked it to the side exposing her throat. Playing the role to the hilt, she let out a gasp of 'fear'. She knew what they liked to hear.

"God I never get tired of this." The leader chortled. He bared his fangs and sank them into the redhead's neck.

It ruffled it's feathers and watched the goings on with intrest. Something new was actually happening, this didn't occur often.

She felt a sharp pain, but nothing unbearable. Twin pinpricks really, and then there was a moment of peace, sort of a warmth spread from the wounds in her throat, not far and not a good warmth either. Like the warmth of a rotten dead thing that's been decomposing in the sun too long but has actually forgotten to wither away. After that there was a particular tugging sensation, on the inside as if someone had dropped tiny hooks within her body and were now trying to gently, but irristisably pull those insides out. All in all it wasn't that bad.

Then ...whatever that was part of her that had made her what she was now..and kept her from being what she had been, it exploded. Silence is not the opposite of noise, it is merely the absense of it. This sound, this antiscream poured from her into the parasite hanging onto her neck bringing with it infinity. Vampire's say they are immortal, they say they are eternal but in truth they're just very, very long lasting. This was infinity now, the endless be all, end all cycle of absolutes infecting the vampires core; and it's demonic mind snapped like a chicken bone. It's not a very nice thing to be shown just exactly where you fit in everything else.

With a gurgle it stumbled back a few steps, hands clasped to it's throat, choking, and coughing. Trying to dislodge a shard of reality with physical endevor. Vengence, primal absolute vengence warred with it's demon host. Not exactly a fair fight. Screaming, or at least trying to, it continued to back away, lurching this way and that, bouncing off disposal bin it collapsed against a wall and beat it's head against the bricks savegly, once..twice..three times. Then with a garbled cry it flung it's arms outwards, forced up on the tips of it's toes. The image was a sort of cariticature of a crucifixion. Undead lips pulled away from yellow, sharp teeth in a sickening grimace and, in the grey, darkened gloom the witnessess could see a solitary tear work it's way down a wrinkled, deformed, vampiric cheek.

"Beautiful." It breathed...

...then the dead flesh peeled away from a smoking skeleton, that a split second later exploded like a dust filled vacume cleaner.

One of the other two vampires had been smoking a cigarrete while it's boss had taken first dibs on the redhead. The red tip of burning ash tumbled slowly from numb lips as it stared at what was left of it's leader.

"The fuck?" The third one said.

The smoker didn't bother saying anything. It ran. Not far, but it tried. The redhead leaped to the side of the garbage bin and gave it a viscious kick. It was a big one too. Overflowing with garbage and flies, it had not been emptied in years as no garbage men were stupid enough to come this part of the city. It's iron sides had become pitted and rusty with age, only a few scraps of paint were left to show it's original color of pea green. From the Redhead's kick it screamed across the ally, slammed into the vampire and then impacted with the wall on the opposite side crushing the undead between steel and stone. Didn't kill it of course, but it wouldn't be going anywhere for a very long time.

The final vampire turned to face the girl. It finally got a good look at her face. It being paler than it's own and the darkned smile..something about it made it unseasy. As if it could get any more bothered by one friend imploding and the other being crushed.

It snarled. Twin forces raged across it's face. One of fear and the other anger that this slight girl, this nothing, this..this...snack did not only not fear it and it's ilk but was also kicking their collective asses. "What are you?!" It demanded to know.

"Curious." She smiled at him.

"What?"

"Let's say," She began as she walked toward him slowly. "That I was looking for a certain someone. Where would I go, in this city, to get that kind of information?"

"What?" It said again backing away.

She blurred across the space seperating them and, despite being a good foot shorter than it was, hoisted it off the ground, one hand wrapped around it's throat. It really liked that particular move, it did it whenever it was about to feed. It liked watching it's meal scrable madly for purchase, their feet flailing about and hands clawing at it's grip. Choking, gasping, eyes rolling in stark terror. Wasn't as much fun being on the receiving end.

All semblance on control was cast away. "Where do you go!" The girl shrieked, slamming the vampire against a graffiti encrusted brick wall. "Where do you go after a hard night's feasting huh?" She slammed him again. The bones in the back of it's skull cracked. "After you've had your fill of death where do you GO?!" If it noticed how tears were running down her face it didn't say.

"To cool off!" Crunch.

"To take a breather." Crunch.

"To get a cold beer!" Crunch.

"Where do you go to be with your own kind?" She said more quietly.

"Caritas." It burbled through a mouthful of broken teeth. "Caritas, Caritas...neutral territory. Caritas, no fighting..all welcome. Caritas..please..please..Caritas."

She sniffed a few times, wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve. Bending down she snapped off the side of packing crate making an impomptu stake.

"No." She said still sniffing quietly. "No Caritas for you."

And she pinned him to the wall. Briefly; before he burst into ash.

She walked to the garbage bin, still embeded in the wall and pulled it away. The shattered remains of the other vampire soon added to the dirst coating the cracked pavement of the streets. Some of it blew away in the evening wind. Flakes of dust, formally demon, skittered across the now empty, dark ally.