Sagira watched the computer screen hungrily from behind dark sunglasses, typing in her question of "any guys want to chat with a sexy 17/f/ny? have pics" every five minutes. She hadn't had a good, filling meal in a week, and none of the boys who chose to accept her invitation lived close enough for her taste. Hunger made her head ache and her eyes loose focus every few minutes, but Sagira pushed the pain to the back of her mind and concentrated on finding her next meal.
Another private message screen popped up. "Hey sexy" big_playa2085 said.
Sagira typed in "a/s/l", hoping that he would live somewhere close.
When the letters 18/m/ny popped up, Sagira gave a sigh of relief. Chances were, he was 30, but age didn't matter to Sagira as long as he had blood.
"cool" Sagira typed back. She ran her tounge over her teeth in anticipation and flexed her fingers. This would be fun. It would be very filling, as well, if she did it right.
"can i see ur pics?" big_playa2082 asked, inviteably. Men, Sagira thought with disgust. So driven by sex they would die for it. Since she had been a vampire, all of Sagira's meals that she had caught had been men. Only when she was desperate did she try for women, mostly because they had to be killed first, most could not be seduced. Though Sagira felt pity for nothing alive, their stupidity had given her a definete contempt for men.
"sure, they're on my profile," Sagira told him and then sat back to wait. The pictures, of course, had been doctored so that she would not look like what she was. But she knew she was, as the latest term was, "hot", even as a vampire.
"damn! u r sexy!" was big_playa2082's reply.
"i know" Sagira typed. "so what about u?"
There was a pause, and then: "oh, i'm 6', blonde hair, blue eyes, six pack. and 12" long"
Sagira pushed her disgust to the back of her mind. What that probably meant was 5'7", bald, and fat. But Sagira would never let on. No one was honest about anything these days, especially not anyone online. "u sound hot"
"i am" big_playa2082 replied.
Sagira toyed with him for a little longer while doing much the same in other private messages. Her attention focused mostly on big_playa2082, however. None of the rest lived in New York.
At 3:40am she said good-bye to big_playa2082, who said his name was Nate, and all the rest, making sure to add his name to her buddy list before she got off. It was pitch black in the apartment (though of course Sagira could see perfectly well) and the old man she was "taking care of" was snoring away in his bedroom. She considered making him her meal, but reminded herself that she needed him for his apartment, which she needed for the internet and a place to stay during the day.
Pulling on a black coat, Sagira slipped out into the hallway, her footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. Thankfully, the old man lived on the first floor of the five story building and the trip to the door was a short one. It creaked slightly as she opened it, making Sagira flinch and then dart out into the night before the security guards could see her.
Once outside, Sagira let the hood down and breathed in the cool night air. There was nothing she enjoyed more than the freedom the night brought. Except perhaps the food, she ammended as a hunger pang made her stiffen.
A pair of glowing eyes caught Sagira's attention. A cat. It wouldn't be much of a meal, but it would be better than nothing. She flowed toward it as silently as she had moved through the hall. The cat arched it's back and hissed but didn't run, stupid thing. Sagira pounced on it, pinning it to the ground before it could scratch her with its claws and then sinking her fangs into its neck.
Sagira sucked at the dead cat's neck until the last drop of blood had been drained from the tiny body. She savored each sip, not knowing how long it would be until she got another meal. The headache began to fade as her hunger did. She was still hungry, but she was no longer starving. Sagira kicked the cat into a nearby bush and continued on down the path, alert for any other life.
The sound of breathing made Sagira stop and turn. Her eyes rested on a pile of blankets in a doorway a little ways down the street. Sagira's hopes soared as she neared the doorway, knowing what the pile of blankets meant. She scanned the streets and was delighted to find them empty, a rare treat in New York. The pile of blankets was closer now and, checking one last time to make sure no one was watching, Sagira slipped into the doorway.
Careful not to wake the sleeping man, Sagira peeled the blankets back. Brown eyes suddenly stared at her in fear and he opened his mouth to speak. Cursing her clumsiness, Sagira jammed a hand under his jawbone so he couldn't speak and then sunk her fangs into his neck. The brown eyes glazed over in death, but Sagira didn't notice or care. She could feel herself getting stronger with each swallow of nourishing blood. All too soon for Sagira, she had drained the man's body and sat back to lick the blood off her lips.
She knew she didn't have to worry about what to do with his body. Noone wondered or cried over one homeless man dying in his sleep. She simply covered him in blankets and left.
Unfortunately, someone had been watching, and someone did wonder. A policeman watched from his car as the young woman dressed in a long black coat and black pants with her black hair slicked back into a pony tail knelt in a doorway by a homeless man, huddled there for a few minutes, and then left. He pulled out of the alleyway and began to follow her.
