Nothing else seemed to matter as Emily quickly rounded the corner into the alleyway, skidding slightly across the grimy ground. It was like something out of a horror film, complete with spitting rain, a rusted and rotted dumpster, slick and filthy asphalt and crumbling and dingy brick. Laughter and music from nearby pubs and night clubs echoed between the buildings, leaving a promise that nothing done in the darkness would be heard. And even if it was, who would care? It was just another cry in the night, as common as rain in a big city like London.
The young man in a tight t-shirt, leather jacket and sneakers that cost more than the average person's first car, panted heavily as he pressed on through the seemingly ever-narrowing alleyway. He had long since given up banging on the few doors that dotted the walls, utterly forgotten and barred back entrances to busy clubs and empty stores. He had thought himself the predator in those very clubs, every aspect of himself specifically chosen to attract his prey. He was not really a threat to anyone. Mostly, he was just an irritatingly pompous ass. Well... That and dinner.
She did not even give him a chance to fight as she caught up to him. Instead, she rushed him from the shadows and pinned him to the wall, immediately tearing into his throat. The moment that the hot, sweet elixer that was his slightly intoxicated blood hit her tongue, she could not help a quiet moan that slipped from her. Her mind was immediately and completely gripped by the blood and his pounding heart. For a time, the rest of the world ceased to matter.
