The night started out as many others have in these past years. I would go out searching for my next meal, one that would quench my want of life. They would have to crave my presence as I would crave theirs. And their life would slowly flow from the blood as I led them into death.

I left my house in my usual club garb, slightly trashy but still a form of elegance. The ride to the club was always the worst; I could feel the mortals' pulse through my whole body. It called out to me to take it, most craved for death. But like every night, I ignored that craving and focused on the one I truly wanted. I had become a regular at this particular club that the bouncers automatically let me in. I smiled my charming, enigmatic smile and slipped into the overly crowded room.

As per my usual manner, I strutted over to the bar and sat by the most troubled man or woman—it really didn't matter, they'd end up dying by the end of the night. This night it happened to be a pretty woman with long, flowing, blonde hair that was already slightly strewn about from her drunkenness. She turned to me then glaring, apparently she thought me another man that was here to hit on her. Upon seeing I was a fellow woman she smiled and waved at me.

"Sorry, I though you were someone else." Her voice was slightly slurred, but still comprehendible.

I smiled, "It's okay. Have you had a rough night hon?"

Sighing she proceeded in telling me all about the nasty break up with the man she loved. It seemed he had led her to believe that he loved as deep as she had. He had woven many lies deep within their relationship, making everything she ever felt false. This man had ruined the poor woman's heart. I could feel how deep her pain ran, and for a minute I felt sad for having to take her life. But after all this was my life now, and I did as I must.

She introduced herself as Jamie and began to drink heavily after she poured out her heart to me, a stranger. As the night went on I wanted to know how deep these depressing emotions ran, wanting to know what else had troubled her enough to tell me everything. It was just slightly strange for me to run across someone like this. My usual choices were suicidal or earned for someone to heal their wounds. But Jamie was neither; she just wanted someone to listen. And this was something I would do, right up until the time I must kill her.

At the end of the night Jamie was close to passing out, "Jamie maybe you should go home and get some sleep. I'll drive you if you want; you're too drunk to be driving." All of this I said in my sweetest voice while adding some of my charm.

Jamie sighed and nodded, "You're right. Could you take me? I don't even have my car here." Giggling she half way fell off the stool and into my arms.

I half carried her to my car and stared to drive to the place she had told me to go. Although I could tell that this wasn't her house when I pulled up. She looked up at the small, cottage like house and stared to cry once again. Collapsing into my arms I held her as she cried it all out again. By the time she was done I had already driven to a nearby park. Jamie looked up at our surroundings and asked me why we were there.

"You needed to get away from his house. It wasn't good for you to be there, don't fret over him anymore."

"But how can I? He was my everything!" And once more she started crying. By now I was loosing patience with the woman, so it was time. I took her face in my hands, kissed her lightly, and plunged my fangs into her neck. The sound of Jamie's screams filled the car, making me love taking her pain away even more. It only took a few minutes, but soon her soul and passed on. All her suffering was over, she was finally free.

I stepped out of the car, went to the passenger side, and carried Jamie's body to a bench closet to the car. I set her body down, said a prayer for her, and drove off back to my flat. This night had been one of the most difficult of all my immortal life. I hadn't wanted to take Jamie's life; she had more potential left for her. I just sigh at the thought of her serene face staring up at me as I laid her body down. Her face will never leave my mind, for she was the most innocent life I had taken.