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The Fight:

The sun had disappeared in the night sky; Brigit strolled down the dirty New York streets by her lonesome. She turned to walk down to an ally, walking to the ally; she heard sounds from a darkened corner, feeling a few eyes upon her.

"Show yourself." She shouted at the darkness and the mortals behinds its blinds.
"A girl like you shouldn't be out at this time of night, by yourself. You might get hurt, being so fine-looking and young." A man walked out of the shadows followed by a pack of men. Clutching blades, switchblades and other razor-sharp weaponry.
"Oh, really," She attained her daggers from her gothic trench coat, "how old do you think I am? I bet my life you couldn't even guess." She snickered chaotically, playing with one of her daggers on her arm slicing open her flesh, her blood coming up to the surface of her skin. The blood soon trickled down her arm. The blood flowed down her arm starting to drip from her finger to the solid ground making a small red puddle. Her Insides began to change to become the beast that she was; she began to hunger for blood, going into the daze where nothing could prevent her.

"I say about twenty something, besides your ours now." He ran his eyes up and down her examining his prize. His eyes dropped to her arm, her arm was stained with dried blood glaring at her wound he watched it vanish, "Oh what a Prize indeed, a vampire slut." He chuckled to himself, looking her over again, paying attention to the details of her corset that was half concealed by her coat; her corset was crimson and had three onyx vertical strips. Then he glanced more to the south, she was wearing a miniskirt that was made from leather, and lastly he glanced at her fishnets and her black stilettos. Then he looked up to her face, getting a better look. Her hair was black with purple highlights, and the length was perfect for pulling.

"Hey at least she has a nice style of fashion." One man said behind him.
"No lie in that." The leader said as the two marched closer to her, while the other three waited for the leaders word.
"No I'm more then just twenty, more then forty and sixty. I'm in fact a hundred and twenty in your years. Being Twenty in mine, if you know what is best for you. You better go before it's to late for all of you." She bickered, stepping closer to them instead of stepping back. The leader of the gang took out his short switchblade he was close enough to cut her on the cheek, blood came to the surface quickly the small amount of blood slide down her lip.

She licked her lip, "My turn." She took out her whip that was hidden on her back, with a flick of her wrist the whip entwined his wrists, he was unable to move his hands. Because of the pressure from the whip his hands became numb and the switchblade fell to the ground.

"Who's the b***h now?" Brigit whispered in hate, biting her lip as her pathetic wound healed on her face.
She took the daggers one in each hand getting ready to stab him.
"Oh fucckkk..." He panicked while looking at the daggers. Brigit kicked his kneecaps, making him fall to the concrete ground, he screamed in pain when his back fell on his own switchblade. His wrists still entwined in the rope.
Brigit laughed at his cries of agony, replying; "You're just a ******** wimp, acting tough that's all! Screaming just because your own switchblade stabbed you in the back, this is wasting my time. I'll end this quickly. Don't worry it'll be fun, well for me it will, it'll just be painful for you."

He looked up at her in fear, still unable to move an inch, now helpless and unable to defend himself, nothing to save his life from the natural born killer.
"Please... I'll do anything..." He said breathlessly and in pain.
"No, it's to late now." A second later she forced the daggers to him, thrusting them downward, stabbing him in the heart and arm. He yelled in pain before his heart gave out to the dagger. She looked up at the others that were to scared to move, they seen it all, they wanted to run but there lips wouldn't listen. Staring in anger Brigit looked at them in the eyes. She growled bearing her canine like teeth; she walked up to the man that commented on her style, grabbing his arm.

"Thanks by the way, but you mortals sicken me." With that note she kicked the weapon out of his shaken hand. Pulling him closer to her, stabbing her fangs into his neck, his blood gushed and flowed into her mouth, she drank all that spilled out, she could feel the blood coursing down her throat. The man yelled to the others with his last breath to run. Brigit stopped before the last drop touched her lip. She pushed him away and he fell with a thud. The others ran, while Brigit laughed at them running away from her.

"Oh a chase they want, they shall get. I love this cat and mouse game." She gave a devilish smirk to the rat that was beside her, beginning to shew on the flesh of its latest victim.

"Hey, who's down there, friend or foe of vampire." A manly voice shouted while walking into the dark ally.
"I'm not a friend or foe of vampire, I am one, are you?" Brigit laughed under her breath already knowing what he was. She could not only hear the difference between a mortals voice and a vampires, they always faintly smelled like dried blood. This man that was walking to her had lengthy black hair icy blue eyes, pale skin like hers. His clothes consisted of three colours red, black and blue. His top was a tight black sleeveless shirt, with an outline of a rose. The stem was coloured blue, but the rose was black, the symbol of vampires since ages. He was wearing black tripp pants with red stitching. His boots that where half hidden where black, with three hard spikes on the front.

"Yes, I am one, you could tell couldn't you, most of our kind can. I saw some men running away from this alley, and I wondered whom they were running from. Since I know now, want to go have some fun?" He smirked, somewhat happy to find another vampire like himself.
"Oh, I was just about to go find them. I guess you could come with me... If you can keep up." She began to walk past him and onto the street, no one was around, she guessed it was around two o'clock in the morning. The other vampire trailed behind her by only a few feet, suddenly asking her a question.
"So, what's the name? Mines... Atreyu." He walked in front of her, turning to look at her while he waiting for an answer.
Her eyes were fading from red to blue. "Its Brigit, nice to meet you, don't trip..." She spoke even thou she knew that he could sense there was an iron pole behind him.

"Yeah there's a iron pole behind me isn't there? Brigit is a beautiful name for a beautiful vampire." He said thinking over what he just said if it would bug her, after all they just met.
Brigit blushed, "Umm... thanks. I picked up their scent they went down here." She pointed to the side alley between two elevated buildings.
"Though you could run away, from me... that makes me laugh." She chuckled loudly, ending her words silently as she got closer to the men that ran from her. The men gulped, hearing the somewhat familiar voice again. Atreyu laughed after hearing the mens gulp.
"She has a friend too. s**t, what are we going to do now? We can't get out of this alley there is only one entrance. They're blocking it too. We could surrender, to them... couldn't we?" One out of the three crew members thought, it could work.

"Don't bother with the surrending. There's no point in that, you're worthless, and that's all you are. Just like your pathetic leader that I killed with only a few moves." She spoke with poison, getting closer to them, becoming face to face with one of them, her eyes slowly began to turn red.

"Ha, I'm beginning to like you even more Brigit." Atreyu chucked.
"Thanks, so... mortals do you think you can handle more pain and see it in your friends eyes?" She smirked devilishly, as she clutched the neck of the human in front of her. Bearing her pointed teeth she stabbed his neck drawing blood to her lips, drinking every bit she could get before the blood turned bad. Atreyu watched her as she wiped the crimson blood off her lip with her tongue. Both gang members ran up to Atreyu. Atreyu looked at them laughing as they ran closer.

"Stupid humans, they'll never learn." Atreyu glared straight into their eyes, he reached out of their necks. One in each hand, he choked them, as they lost air quickly. He turned to his left hand holding the one who just kicked him. He removed his hand trading it with his fangs, still holding the other. He began to drink from the neck, enjoying the taste of fresh mortal blood, the other screamed in horror as he watched his friend get drained of his life. Atreyu removed the dead neck from his lips and dropped the mortal to the ground.

He turned to the other, smirking, "You're next, unless Brigit wants you." He glanced over to Brigit who smirked at Atreyu.
"Nah I'm good, I already had my two..." She laughed at the human that began to plead for his life.
"Okay, if you insist." He focused on the human at his fear in his eyes and his fast pulsing neck. Atreyu lifted his grip off the man, and drew out his fangs, soon later biting him, sucking the blood out of him, the pulsing slowly halted to a stop. As he finished his last victim he dropped the half dead man next to his already dead friend.
"So, what's next?" Atreyu asked Brigit walking to her as he watched her eyes turn back to blue from red.
"I don't know... you pick something." She said blankly, hoping that the conversation wouldn't turn into nothing, glancing at the dark sky.
"Well... I can take you to go and meet the rest of us. Maybe you could even join out safe house." He suggested, moving closer to her.