The blood on his mouth, the flash of his fangs as he pulled away from the girl, they all started to piece together in her head. He was a vampire. She had heard many stories about such creatures such as the way they drained human after human to survive. It was disgusting. The raven haired woman stumbled pass her after being released. It was obvious that she was drunk by the way she stumbled out of sight. A confused look flashed across her face for a split second before she replaced it with a look of dumb terror. Don’t vampires enjoy the hunt of humans? Why was this one going after a drunken woman who would have followed anyone out of a bar? Where was the hunt in that? These questions whirled in Avina’s head as she turned back to the vampire in front of her.

Without even knowing it, she had stepped into a dangerous situation. It wouldn’t even take a noise to call her pack to her, but she was curious despite the danger she had placed herself in. Her blue eyes lifted to meet his red ones, and his words washed over her. His voice sounded smooth, but wrong. Like there was something missing. When he stepped closer, Avina made herself take a step back as if she was more scared then she was. It was her normal defense to act like the weak female she looked like. “Please don’t hurt me.” She whispered. His second attempt to charm her was more of a fail then the first. She could hear his deep gravelly voice more clearly than his smooth one and her eyes flashed yellow as the wolf inside her repelled the vampires charm.

Deep inside, her resting wolf stirred, its attention called by the vampire’s charm. However, Avina had centuries of practice keeping her wolf in check. With a growl, her wolf settled back to watch, waiting to see if it was needed. She knew her act was over when his eyes turned back to grey. She wasn’t fooling him; if she was he would still be trying to charm her. Dropping the innocent act, Avina took a step forward and crossed her arms over her chest. “A vampire. I was wondering when I would come across one of you.” She said in a mildly curious tone. She leaned in slightly and sniffed the air only to recoil a little bit and wrinkle her nose in disgust. “You small like rotting flesh. It’s disgusting.” She reached up to rub her nose with the back of her hand as if that would get rid of the smell. While doing so, she closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders as if she had let her guard down. Her ears, however, listened to every sound in the ally way, listening for him to move.