The city had changed much since she first came here, she mused, wandering down a darkened street. The patrolmen come less and less frequently to this part of town, so that's where she choose to prowl. She remembered when there were no streetlights in this section, and now most of the lights had burned out, restoring that sense of danger. She smiled, and ran her tongue along ruby red lips, remembering all the late night walks, all the men...

They never change, she mused to herself, always watching her, planning their attack, thinking about the reward they would have once she was helpless. They had no idea that she thrived on the struggle, that she existed to give them that which they desire, and that which they deserve.

She heard footsteps behind her, heavy booted steps that clomped on the sidewalk, measured and slow. Whoever was following her was merely keeping pace, not gaining. Her senses leapt on end, every sight and sound magnified to her and honed to razor sharpness, and she quickened her pace. This they counted on - a bit of a chase before they inevitably bought her down.

The footsteps behind he picked up pace, and she broke into a run, only to be grabbed roughly from a dark alley. A vicious yank pulled her into the darkness, and the sound of a switchblade knife could be heard shortly before her shirt was shorn from her body. The warm night air teased her body with the heat that her body lacked, and she shivered nervously. The man before her stepped forth, as his ally rounded the corner.

They insulted her, teased her, told her what they would do in an attempt to scare her. One of the men grabbed her and threw her down demanding to know her name. Cassandra - that was the name she'd known for as long as she'd like to remember. He told her he'd rape her, her cunt, her ass, and her mouth, then he'd probably kill her. The thrill ran through her veins at the prospect, always there yet always different.

The larger man knelt over her, undressing himself from the waist down, then tearing the rest of her dress away. She could see the mad look in his eyes, the spittle on his lip as he prepared to force himself inside her. As he thrust in her, they both screamed - both in pleasure. The other man came around and began to undress himself. His cock was forced between her blood-red lips, and he began to thrust inside her. She took him deep in her throat, given little option.

The men pumped away at her, using her. She felt herself getting close, and began to suck the man's cock in earnest, while moving against the man impaled in her pussy. As she came, the smaller man came in her mouth, both twitching uncontrollably, she swallowing all of his fluid and milking his cock for more.

Exhausted, he pulled his now limp tool from her mouth and sat back, drained from her skills. She looked down and focused on the man inside her, whom his friend called Doug. He looked down her, his face a mask of rage. He drew back his hand and slapped her, making her taste her own blood. Light flashed before her eyes as the pain registered, and a rush of excitement filled her hungry hody.

He knelt over her, his hands on her breasts, kneading them painfully as he continued to push himself to orgasm. She could smell his need, how close he was to the edge, and how she could bring him over. She felt his body tense and he threw his head back, a gutteral cry pulled from his soul.

She smiled, ruby red lips framing a mouth with sharp, elongated teeth. She reached up and grabbed his hair as he looked back down. He drew in a breath to scream, but was cut off by her fangs driving deep into his neck. He came simultaneously, and she felt the warm spurt of cum inside her cunt to match the hot flow of blood in her mouth.

One attacker now dead, the other her mindless thrall, she headed back to her crypt. The hunt had been successful, and needn't be done again for quite some time. Idly she wondered what changes would be wrought when next she awoke, hungry. No matter...

The city belonged to her, and it always would.