Eating-My-Wings

He watched her, for weeks, he followed her actions, and he viewed her motions on the senate floor. It wasn't stalking, it was interest. Purely predatorily of course, he'd never liked anything he hadn't had to hunt. A feral grin every now and then as he thought of how best to get her attention, spilling from lips that only smiled on chance and rare occasions. He stood and waited in a busy hallway, opportunely positioned to ruin her life and fulfill his. Well, he never really saw it as ruining. In her, there was already so much ruined. He would perfect her. Like pressure on a piece of coal, he hoped to create a diamond out of this one. Chance

He wasn't sure of what was had happened… just that the room was clear of vampires. He paused for a moment to catch his breath against a blood stained wall. Those abominations had done their work quickly and left. He ventured deeper into the room, which now smelled strongly of copper and disinfectant. Alexander Anderson sniffed again, disinfectant? He turned on the lights and looked down at the floor. Beside his feet lay a young woman. She had blond hair and was wearing a black jumpsuit. Perhaps she too was a vampire? He leaned closer, and his mind reeled, an obvious sign that she was a vampire. He took his knives out and stood over her, this