Keira Shadows found herself once again in a crowded vampire club, wearing a revealing outfit and flaunting herself as a stupid human who just "happened" upon the club. The walls of the bathroom pulsed along to the beats from the techno music that coursed through the club as she gave herself a once over in the mirror. Her long red hair fell in long layers just past her shoulders. Her green eyes were bright and big, lined heavily with eyeliner. Her thin body was deceiving to most, as everyone underestimated her strength, which was helpful when hunting for rogue vampires. Keira's 32 D cup breasts were just about bursting out of a tight black corset that was barely being held together with red ribbon. In fact, this particular corset did not close all the way, leaving a bare strip of flesh down between her breasts and stomach. Her skirt was one of those frilly black and blue tutus, and she wore nothing underneath, leaving everything exposed if you looked just right. Her long legs were bare until just above the knees where leather boots started, ending in a high stiletto. Her forearms were covered in black opera gloves to her elbows, and just inside her wrists were invisible slits in the fabric where her most powerful stakes were. One strong squeeze of either fist and a stake would extend with enough force to crack a breast plate, then retreat in mere seconds. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she brushed past a female vamp who slapped her ass on the way by.
"Come find me later, honey." The vamp purred. Keira turned giving her a smile.
"Maybe another night, I'm here with someone."
Back at the bar, Keira started surveying the crowd. Everything seemed normal. Humans danced around in revealing (okay, more than revealing) outfits, grinding unknowingly on vampires who hoped that at some point in the night that the human would allow them to feed off of them. The system in place worked well...usually. The vampires stayed in line, meaning they didn't just kill every human they happened upon, and they got consent to feed off of a willing human without killing them. But as with many rules, there are those who break them.
Keira grabbed a drink from the bartender, who flashed his fangs at her as he poured her a vodka soda, and downed it in one gulp. Time to find her mark. Seductively she swayed out onto the dance floor, raising her arms above her head and glanced around for her vamp. Her gaze fell on a male sitting towards the back on a bar stool, eyeing her up. His hair was bleached platinum blonde. Many piercings covered his eyes, nose, eyebrows and lips, and he wore dark jeans and a dark shirt. Twirling in a circle, Keira carefully studied his face for a moment, and it was definitely her mark. She locked eyes with him and swayed her hips seductively and ran her hands over her breasts that were pretty much spilling out of her corset at this point.
The young vamp smiled back at her, his teeth stained with blood. He probably raped and drank some poor girl already, as was his M.O. Usually the organization she worked for did not kill vampires for feeding or sometimes killing a human. Only when it became a regular occurrence. This particular vampire liked his girls innocent virgins, and used faked ids to get into the clubs. Keira knew that she had caught him, and just needed him to come to her now.
