I sat in the darkest of places, stalking my prey.  Ready to pounce from the shadows.  Even from several yards her heart emitted an audible pulse.  Constant double beat of the blood throbbing through her veins.  I licked my lips at the mere thought of her red nectar.  She walked into the opening.  Her frail form was barely visible in the light.   But I could hear her heart all the better.  I leaned out over the alley, still invisible.  She looked at me; unable to discern weather I was a shadow or solid form.  I leapt, springing from my secrete spot, and nailing her to the ground.  I swept her off her feet and into my world,  a world of eternal darkness, and pain, yet it was a world of sheer enjoyment broken only by moments of extreme sexual ecstasy. 

            She looked up at me, her eyes pale and cold, but still full of fear.  Her fear of the unknown, fear of the impossible, fear of me.  Her body too weak to move anything but her eyes; immobilized.  Her eyes a deathly shade of blue-gray, and her skin already beginning to change it’s hue.  Her voice too weak to be make her pleas heard.  I lost myself inside those eyes, the first victim to draw me in with her pain.  Though I was sure I was silhouetted against the street lamp I had the odd suspicion that she knew me.  That little voice inside my head telling me she can see who I am.