Pandora

It was early on in the night when I went out into the city to serch out Thalia. Ever since I had awoken, my cold flesh longed for her warmth and her touch, and my preternatural thirst was pounding in my ears. I had to feed.
I went to my favourite little spot, the Jane/Finch Corridor, full of the most evil, nasty and fullfilling little devils I had ever come across.
Walking alone, a 'young', attractive female, in the dark was bound to get me some attention. It didn't take long for one such little punk to slam me up against a wall, hold a knife to my throat and say, "You make a sound and I'll kill ya!"
He began to pull up my tight skirt and undo his jeans. While he was fumbling with his zipper, grabbed his neck and forced my fangs into his neck. Blood pured out in gushes, evil tainting it sweetly.
Once he was dead and drained, I dropped him in some garbage, straightened out my clothes and continued in my serch for my suger-browned lover.

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