The Kill

One day, in 3rd hour, i got bored and wrote... stuff. This is the product of my boredom, which i have not found a place in any of my books-in-progress.

The alley was cold, dark, wet, and the perfect place for a midnight snack. She strutted between the two buildings, the heels of her black boots struck the pavement with sharp clicks and the sound reverberated off the walls. She could have moved silently but she preferred the pathetic beasts to tremble, it got the blood pumping and terror taste so sweet. The smog of the city swirled in the air of her passage, blown up higher than it’s original knee height.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” She cooed. “I know you’re here, I can smell the blood in your hair.” She smirked and advanced three steps. Her ears picked up the faintest scratching, like cloth against stone, and a faint whimper. “There you are! Come on out, I wanna play!” she laughed as she spun, so fast she was a blur, to face a darkened doorway.
“Please.” His voice cracked. He was trembling.
“Please what?” she stuck her lip out in a mock pout. “You don’t want to play with me? Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to play by myself.” She reached into the shadows and pulled out the man.
“Don’t kill me, please!” the man whimpered.
“So sorry, I can’t grant you that wish.” She shook her head then bit into the man’s neck with her fangs.