Kierra

It's harder than it should be to not take another taste of him, but I'm really good at pushing things away. I take a quick glance at Renee, who looks confused. Probably for the best. Shoring up my walls and trying to keep from feeling like an invading slimy sicko, I turn and make eyes at the man.

My stomach churns and I wonder if I can make it far enough. Haven't a clue on how to seduce, but it shouldn't take much for this creep. I don't look as young as the ones he prefers, but I don't look my age either.

Sashaying over, I touch a hand to his shoulder then up around his neck. My skin crawls where I touch him, my mask slipping from my devilish grin to something less. Luckily he doesn't have the height that Benji does, but he's still up there.

"Hey there, handsome. I find myself extremely hot, come outside with me?"

Arms go around my waist while I tuck my head under his chin and into his neck. The smells coming from him test my constitution, but I hold it together, revulsion in check. My fingers touch on his hair, longer in the back then it looks.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were drunk. Did you have a couple before coming here?"

Smiling against his skin so he can feel it, I make a noncommittal noise that could mean anything. A scumbag male will always take advantage if he thinks the female has been drinking, thinking her an easy mark. When my anger spikes again, I nip at his neck, causing him to jump.

Canines haven't receded, so that small nip probably felt pretty sharp. Before he can pull away, I force my hand to roam over him, creeping lower where I tap out a rhythm on his bulging groin. Did he not release below? Christ.

When his breath catches and hands grip and squeeze at my ass, I think I almost have him. Pressing my chest against him, tiptoes raising, soft whispers are given into his ear.

"Don't you want to play with me? Can't you feel how hot I am? Take me outside and I'll show you something you've never seen before."

When I get home, a scalding hot shower will be needed, seriously. I feel disgusting, but I keep going. Barely holding my emotions in check when feeling his and all the others'.

We start moving, finally, a quick look behind me shows Benjamin pulling Sapphire into his arms when she moves to speak up towards us. She forgets about us instantly, I bet. An eye flick at Renee has him looking even more confused and wary, but he takes his cues from the Vamp.

I'll have to apologize to him again at a later time. Bringing my attention back to the male in my snare, I keep working at his neck so I don't catch his wanting to kiss. Tasting skin is one thing, but if a kiss is made, I doubt I'll be able to keep from gagging.

The going is slow, not wanting to spook him. Having been moving around so much, I barely feel the knife in my boot. With it being dim most everywhere and black on black, it hasn't been seen. If anyone was really paying attention, they would have seen it. Good thing they didn't.

My body is groped, squeezed, and manhandled on the way out. Someone isn't adhering to the rules, but then I did touch him first. Another small room before the outside door, it looks much like a fire exit. Alarm better be shut off.

I tense as I wait for it to start blaring, and he picks up on it, sucking on my neck the way he is. He stands more upright and looks around, a grin forming.

"Don't worry, it isn't connected tonight."

Tonight? Forcing a drunk-like smile, I bite my lip and grab his hand. He chuckles as I pull him to and through the door into the cold air. The man's leathers do nothing to keep him warm, as he gasps once we're out.

Snow is coming down heavily, creating a hush over everything. Well, it does back here, I can hear the traffic and music just fine from the surrounding area. The back door leads into an alley that's shared by the buildings around us.

Moving away from him and the door, I spin in place with arms up and a big smile. My clever way of looking for cameras. To my dismay, there is one on the building kitty-corner from us.

Biting my lip, I focus on it while acting like I'm calling the man to me. As he comes closer, the snow around the pole holding the camera flurries around faster, obscuring the lens, piling on before freezing solid to it. Hearing the lens crack, an honest smile forms. Nifty.

Turning attention to the man coming towards me, I back into a shaded wall niche, running fingers over the bared tops of my squashed breasts to hold his gaze. Thanks to the weather, no one is near, but things have to be quick and quiet. Having stood where I did, the camera did see me before it broke.

Doubt anyone will be rushing to fix it, but anyone can happen by and catch sight of my actions. My heart thunders in my chest as I worry about forensics and each scenario of where something goes wrong. Damn Vampire blood is making everything much harder than it needs to be, having my emotions all over the place like some crazed bipolar on speed.

As the dark-haired no-name male gets closer to my crooking finger, I reach out and grab his waistband. Grinning, I move him to stand against the wall in the corner and next to a stone outcropping. How this guy hasn't seen my teeth or elongated nails is beyond me, but it works in my favor.

Throwing my hair back, I work at his pants, looking at him before kneeling down. The very action and thought make me want to vomit, but that will have to wait till later. Closing his eyes and leaning back, hands go to my head. My blade is pulled from my boot cleanly and quietly.

Pants open to show him bare beneath, sweaty and stinking of sex as I sneer and stand. His hands try to force me back down, but I power through. Hard shaded eyes open to look at me, seeing my expression has him blinking in confusion.

"You should think twice before following a woman outside into the cold, it will never end well for you."

Before he can speak, I slide the knife into his chest, nicking on rib bone as it slips into his heart. Eyes widen as he gapes at me, small sounds coming out from the fish mouth movement.

"Before you fade, I want you to know this is for all those people you've hurt."

Grunts sound as he tries to push me away, looking him dead in the eye, I twist the blade to shred his insides. Copper perfumes the air as blood wells and falls. We stand there, facing each other as I watch him die.

People talk of seeing a light go out, but I see no light in his eyes, just shock and pain. Death rattles sound as he takes his last gasps. They seem loud to me while I try to feel anything but anger and disgust, but nothing else comes to mind.

His arms fall from their gripping of my arms as he slouches, so I lower him down the wall till he's folded into a sitting position. Eyes still open and watching me, I have an urge to remove them. A fit of rage that he's watched others in pain; caused and enjoyed it, can only be held so long.

Pulling the blade from his chest slowly, I shake with the need to remove those dead orbs. With a snarl, the blade bites deep, going in easily through the soft tissues, pulling back just to thrust forward again.

"May you walk forever blind and craving on the banks of the river Styx."

Removing the blade from his ruined face, I feel much better. The cold helps to clear my head. Angling his face down and arms around him, I stay crouched and move back.

Blood has pooled in the snow, melting it as it expands to a bigger and wider puddle. Focusing as the idea forms, I work at freezing the blood. A hard dark shape forms as I bring in more snowfall to this spot, steadily moving back as it piles up.

Until really looked at, he looks much like a homeless man trying to keep warm. One thing I didn't think of though, is his clothing. It will automatically mark him being a patron to the club. Well, I did tell Stag that inquiries would be made.

More and more snow packs down on the lifeless body. Cooling rapidly, I help it along by picturing the still blood in his body turning hard and stiff, freezing in place.

Don't know if it actually works, but his skin does turn blue. It isn't cold enough for a human body to freeze like that naturally, but hopefully, it will keep any smell down for a while. Looking around before standing, I slip the bloodied knife back into my boot, wincing at the feel of it.

Hands are covered in blood, some of it has gotten onto my boots, pants, and top from his sputtering. I leave it since it can't be seen on the black. The smell is there, but I'm not going to be going right in yet.

Looking up as I stand, snow falls faster and heavier throughout the whole alley. Giant snow pile is a bit conspicuous all by itself, so more are built up in the other corners that I can see. Using the snow, I rinse my hands, throwing the bloody snow against the dark brick walls where it isn't seen as blood, just dirty snow.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, I start spinning once more, acting as the inner child of every adult. Acting completely oblivious to the human approaching.

"Crazy white girl, aren't you cold?"

Stopping as if startled, I face the older black man looking at me. Huddled in a trench coat and hat and acting as if it's twenty degrees below out here, I smile and shrug.

"Nope, feels good to me. I love the snow."

My skin hasn't even reddened, showing any chapped or windburned flesh. He just shakes his head and keeps walking, grumbling under his breath. My smile fades as I watch him walk away, looking for any telltale signs of freaking out. Body clean-up 101: Don't panic when another comes by, as it's probable that they know nothing. Assuming they do and going after them is what will get you caught.

He shows nothing but being cold, so I walk around. Scuffing my boots against the snow to clean them of blood, then stepping on it till it's a melted mushy mess. The biggest thing I have to worry about is my hair since it's blowing everywhere in the wind.

Calming it down, I ease off the magics. Going back to the club’s back door, I lean against the wall, feeling exhausted. It's getting really late, the only lights coming from scattered streetlights.

Leaning forward, I hang my head. I've just killed a man and felt nothing about it except relief. Turns out the man was a lower member of the ring, one of a pair sent here to keep management in line. Body won't be found for at least a day, depending on the weather. Even if a plow comes through here, he'll just be buried even more.

Long hair falls forward, locks all tangled from the wind I was playing with. Wet, but not drenched yet. Still have traces of blood on me, but it doesn't look like I murdered anyone, I don't think. Groaning, I stand upright once more, body tired and not wanting to move. With not feeling anything after killing someone, does that make me a psychopath?

Hope not, but it probably does. Sociopath if nothing else. Looking over at the snow mound again, I make my way back inside to collect my Vamp and go home. And I mean home, there's no crashing at his place, that just has disaster written all over it.