Sweet dreams or a dreadful nightmare

As the air blow softly and the smells of different scents roam around. Hazel Garner walks quietly down the almost silent street, she was guess most people would be at home or somewhere downtown. The vampire quickly turned a corner, making her black high heel boots impact with the ground, Hazel closed her eyes as she finds herself in a alleyway she inhaled the sweet scent of,blood. Her eyes light up as she slowly makes her way down the alley turning and twist until at last hazel found her meal, she could see a boy that look around about ninteen spraying paint on something that he conceal with his body. She slowly moved closer as her boots hardly make a sound. She was right behind the boy when she parted her mouth," this will only be a pinch."she whispered. Before the boy could react she sinked her fangs into his neck, she could feel the guy try to break away by thrashing around but she holds on for dear life. Hazel could feel he couldn't take it since his knees started to tremble but soon stops and she lets him fall to the ground lifeless. She fold her arms as Hazel's brown curls fall perfectly over her shoulders. She smiled victoriously as her golden eyes, fixed on her next meal.

Wandering around the land, Demetri stuffed his hands into his pockets. On this night it was what some humans would call "chilly", so he dressed accordingly. He wore a long black trench coat, an old fedora he had had since the 2747, black slacks and a grey scarf which wrapped around his neck gently. His thirst for blood was high tonight, but he knew it would be difficult finding anyone truly alone. The small city knew of the vampires existence and tried to keep themselves among numbers, or walked with canines trained in the arts of detecting those that were inhuman. But Demetri did not worry about these things. The eldest vampire knew all the tricks in the book, and could easily fool any human or young vampire alike. After many run-ins with Werewolves, he learned they too were an easy target. They used more of their instincts than their minds, something Vampires did not have an issue with, for the most part. As he walked, he listened to the footsteps around him, searching for any signs of lone steps. One set of steps peaked his curiosity. They belonged to a woman. He could hear the heel stomping on the ground, but like thin air, they vanished. This was no human. Turning to meet the noise, he walked faster, wishing he would catch the culprit. Turning around a sharp corner, he stood in the shadows, watching the scene play out before him. The human was a young male, probably always getting himself into trouble, dirtying the city with his filthy paint pictures. Of course, neither Demetri or the young female vampire would know the finished product of his works.

As she neared him, her feet seemed to walk on air, almost gliding towards the human. He was completely unaware of her existence, until it were too late. He watched the struggle the boy gave, trying to push away from her and the wall. But his efforts were useless. Within a couple of minutes, the boy was sucked dry of his bodily fluids. He crumbled to the ground, his skin and face were pale as a ghost. The Dominus could smell the blood which played upon her lips, and the last few drops which fell from the body of muscle and bones. His trained eyes looked over her, not making a sound as he watched what she would do. In her silence, she seemed proud of what she had done, but in his eyes, she had done it all wrong. Was she simply going to leave the boy's body lying here, in the dark? The evidence of the attack was clear and the cause of death. In the morning hours, some jogger or runner would find his body, and of course they would report it to the authorities. Demetri could not have this, not on his terrain.

He moved from his hiding place and looked over her. In a gentle and assertive tone, he spoke to her, "greetings miss. I watched your feeding and I must say I am a little shocked. Yes, you display great talents as a hunter, but your technique could use some improving. I could agree this troublemaker deserved to get his essence taken from him, but there are other ways to go about it. One thing I strive for in luring humans to do as I please, is the ability to make them feel like they are worthy. Worthy to be with such a special creature in their last moments. Will they know I am vampire? No, not until their lost moments, but leading up to that point, I make them believe that they are the most important thing to me. This is not to say your way is horrible, but if you were to join my clan I could show you many more ways to get the humans you want." He smiled at her with a soft smirk, showing just the tip of his extended canine. "The blood you carry on your lips is enticing I must add, for it has been some time that I have indulged in the life essence of a human." He looked to her lips, watching the dark red color, cover her soft and full ones. The presence of blood on her, demanded his attention, but soon the vampire was brought back to his reality. There was a dead body and they needed to get rid of it. "Now, we must do something with this body. If the humans catch wind we have killed another, it will be hell to pay. The humans sometimes confuse our killings with werewolves, but little do they know werewolves no longer hunt humans for the most part. But it just shows how deceptive myself and my vampires can be. Please excuse my disrespect, I have forgotten to give you my name." Extending his hand from the depths of his pocket, he waited for hers in return. "I am Dominus Demetri, and you have found yourself among my toparchia."

Hazel quickly turns around as soon as she heard the man's voice. She looked at him as he explain what he had saw, and she stretch out her arm and shake his hand." nice to meet you Dominus Demetri, I'm Ciara Belle Garner. I'm sorry if I've enter your domain, but if you are willing to teach me your ways of skilled hunting, then I accept your invitation to join your clan." she smiled lightly before looking back at the body of the dead boy then back up to the man." so what do you suggest we do to get rid of the evidence, sir?"Ciara slowly put her arms by her side, as her golden eyes fixed back on the dead body again." excuse for me my appearance I hadn't had the the chance to wipe off the mister."she said kindly as she removed her gaze from the boy.

Pulling her hand to his lips, he placed a tender kiss upon them. As he finished, he released her hand and smiled to her. His eyes trailed to the male on the ground. "I shall carry him and we will find a place to rest him. This will not come back on us. Not today, not ever. Let us remove the body before we speak of details in your joining." Grabbing the body, he hoisted it over his shoulder. As he carried him through the shadows, he walked towards a harbor which was close to their location. His eyes scanned the terrain as he found a rope. He placed the body to the ground softly and moved to grab the rope. Looping it into a noose, one he had seen used during the Salem Witch Trials, he rung it around the male's neck. Pulling his grip hard around the rope, he pulled it tight, turning it from side to side. The rope burn marks showed that the male was killed of suffocation. The burns from the rope hid the bite marks she had made. Once the evidence had been covered up, he rolled the body from the noose and kicked it into the water. Immediately it sunk from the surface and soon the ripples disappeared as well. Once it was clear, he turned back to the female. "If you join my clan, I shall make you a Knight. This way you shall learn the ways of my clan and my own teachings. Once I feel you are ready, you may have a chance to promote. Does that sound fair to you, Ciara Belle Garner?"

Ciara watch as the male but a rope around the dead body and tossed it into the water. She was lost in a train of thought before paying attention back to him again as he explain about join his clan." yes that offer sounds fair domainus Demetri." she said tugging on her leather jacket softly. " again thank you for giving me this opportunity to serve you and your clan." Ciara nodded as still tries to hide the fact that she would never say aloud, which was her past that still grows inside every time she kills. She knew that this could be her only shot to straighten her messed up mind. The only thing could do know was to smile lightly at him, but her troubles was facing the male through her eyes and Ciara knew that those thoughts were still repeating in her mind over and over again.