Vodka and Blood

She took a sip out of the elegant martini glass in her hand. Looked around and smiled with the satisfaction that her handy work. 12 vampire hunters hung from the ceiling, their throats slit, not an single drop of blood was spilt. Beatrice felt a smug smile creep across her lips, exposing her thin fangs. They thought they could ambuse her, the fools.

Walking into her den was a huge mistake. She had made her home in New York about 30 years ago, changing her apartment every few years. Now in Manhattan she could be amongst all the other blood sucking socialite. Other vamps existed out here, but she liked to keep a low profile no matter the cost. Now in her 4 bedroom loft her late night snacks were her only company now. She took home men, sometimes women, never really having a preferance who she drank from. Had a little drink from, but they were so rilled up they hardly ever noticed. She licked her lips as she got up from her 18th century Victorian style armchair and over to her closet and opened it.

"Now, what am I to do with you?" She smiled, her ice blue eyes zeroing on the young man in her closet. Bound and gagged she had bitten him and found his blood special to her taste, saving him for later. His blonde long hair fell across his slightly bruised face as fear struck his features. She coudnt help but chuckle as she reached for him, dragging him out with pure strength. His road tore a little as she took him across the floor and to the couch. "Did you really think that I wouldnt see you and your little friends coming?" She asked her voice as sharp as razor blades. He winced at her voice, she laughed fully at his distress. Taking his face in her palm she leaned over to face him. His stricken brown eyes pleaded up at her, but she sneered.

"Your cute though. So I'll give you chance." Pulling the gag out of his mouth she pinched his face. "Why were you and those simpletons in my home?" She smiled. He looked to her for a moment and in a second he changed. Before she could look away he spat on her.

Backing away and lossing balance he lundged from the couch. He had managed to work free of his restraits and lunged forward, pinning her to the floor. Beatrice snarled for a moment but felt a peircing pain slice threw her. The man abover her smiled as he looked down at her, rising to full height. She found that she couldnt stand. Looking down her body she saw it.

A slender cross protruding from her black blouse encrusted in ruby jewels.

Her mouth formed in shock as her once capotor smiled below at her. "Its been a long time Beatrice." he smiled