She walked down the street, smiled to a man walking in the
other direction. He turned away uncomfortably, not knowing
why; he really thought she had a nice smile.
But he is not the one tonight. Tonight she is looking for
much younger flesh, a boy preferably. If not - a young girl
will do just fine. It was long since she consumed the
brightness of young life.
A couple, sitting on a bench under a dim streetlight, caught
her glance. Perfect atmosphere for them, she thought, and
for me. Still she didn't stop, instincts pulling her behind
the corner where she saw him.
Face of a fallen angel, dark and beautiful. She smiled to
him. He smiled back, looking directly at her eyes, which was
very strange - her smile was supposed to make people
uncomfortable.
She approached him; he took her hand and pulled it to his
lips, making a minor bow of recognition, his eyes not
leaving hers. Now a light of frightened understanding
settled in her mind.
He smiled again, and uncomfortable, she turned her gaze
aside, knowing that tonight it will be her.