Chapter one

He had jet black, short, spiky hair with the most haunting pair of eyes anyone could ever imagine. The visible tattoos that seeped through his shirt were drenched with sweat and his black, button up shirt's fabric clung to it. To sum it all up, I thought he was dangerously handsome and, with that gift, could get anyone he ever imagined. Maybe it was just his looks that drove me completely mad or his suaveness. Either way, he was going to be mine and nothing could change that... The lovely mixture of lavender and rose perfume welcomed me as I slipped out of the nightclub and into the murky alleyway. Fresh rain made puddles and the click of my heels bounced off the walls. I was hungry. Craving for an unsuspecting victim. Sauntering through the alley, knowing I could easily take care of any rapist or murderer, I caught the scent of a youth. A youth who was drunk and was very careless of what he was doing. Perfect. Now, time to hunt down this mortal. Finally, I saw the stumbling, dark contours of my next victim. Occasionally, I heard him think, 'Stop being so damn paranoid, Coby. Nobody's following you.' My canines started to grow and my stomach churned like it was repeating the words, "Feed. Me." The hunger for the sweet, crimson pulsed until it almost drove my brain to the brink of insanity. I slipped behind the door, my eyes still resting on my victim. Just as he turned the corner, I appeared in front of him and he let out a startled gasp. "Oh. Oops. Sorry, ma'am," he apologized quickly. I grabbed his arm and threw him up against the wall. Now, in the spiral of the glaze in his eyes, there was complete horror. I caressed his jaw line with the back of my hand as I purred, "I've been watching you very closely, Coby." He swallowed hard, "How do you know my name?" "My beautiful child," I continued, ignoring his earlier question. As I curled my long fingers around his throat and revealing my small canines at him, I heard him let out a small sigh. The boy had fainted. Well, this should be easier, then. No struggles. I pulled him up to his feet again and kissed the hollow of his throat. I made his neck asymmetrical, exposing the elogated, pale surface that made up his neck. My tongue danced along the desired vein. His heartbeat teased my sharp hearing and I hissed as I snapped at his neck. I heard him choke and I could feel him harshly squeezing my sides. I was right; this boy tasted great. His mind screamed in agony, "Release me!" With blood glistening like crystals on my lips along with my teeth, I pulled away and whispered, "My demon spawn. You're going to make me proud..." to be kontinued...