C4 The Prey of Two Predators

Sabrina's fuming as she stomps over to a nearby dumpster and discards her soiled panties in it. She angrily crosses her arms tightly across her chest and exasperatedly huffs. Then, she gripes aloud...

"I still can't believe how much of a cheap ass fuck that bastard is. Bad enough I have to toss away a pair of underwear every time I whack him off ... but, now he's got the nerve to cheat me out of ten bucks?" She once again vehemently shouts out at the top of her lungs, "Fucking cheap ass bastard!!"

Right after that, every dog in earshot begins to bark out; and the malevolent grimace on the vampire's mouth stretches out even further across his countenance.

Now, her anger begins to subside and dissipate; and, is quickly replaced with a touch of melancholy and self-reflection, as she mutters aloud under her breath...

"Sabrina girl; what are you doing with your life? When did it come to this?"

Suddenly, her attention is drawn down to her legs, as a small streaming of blood and menstrual discharge oozes out from under her miniskirt, and trickles down her inner thighs. This immediately reminds her that she's no longer wearing any underwear; and also forces her to recall why she doesn't have any on. Sabrina reaches down and uses both index and middle fingers to wipe away the viscous bodily fluid from her legs. Then, she raises her fingers up to eye-level, briefly stares at the bloody discharge on them, and slowly rubs both thumbs over both index and middle fingers; smearing the residue until it 'vanishes' ... then heavily sighs. Struck with disconcerting guilt and shame, Sabrina sullenly shakes her head as she once again mutters aloud under her breath...

"This is no way to be living out life ... I might as well just be dead."

The vampire … having heard what she muttered thanks to his heightened sense of hearing … devilishly muses in his mind ... Well, that wasn't my intention; but if that's how you feel, I suppose I can help you achieve your wish.

A sulking Sabrina starts to idly amble down the alley, languidly shuffling her feet with every step; and, the vampire matches her pace, as he walks along the rooftop following her from above. Soon, her bloody vagina's pungent odor begins wafting up into the air; and is immediately picked up on within the nostrils of the stalking predator. The vampire quickly becomes aroused; and his primordial urges begin to kick in ... along with a growing stirring hunger.

Unbeknownst to the vampire, there's another predator that's been skulking nearby in the shadows that also has its sight set on Sabrina. Its hunger is also stirring; and this predator is much deadlier than the one lurking up on the rooftop.

Sabrina's just a few yards away from the sidewalk, nearly coming up upon the end of the alley, as the vampire poises himself atop the crumbling rooftop wall; preparing to leap down and cut her path off. Suddenly ... in a flash ... a translucently white, seemingly ethereal-like apparition streaks like a bolt of lightning down from the other end of the alley. And, in another blurred split-second; it pounces upon Sabrina, and savagely drags her into the abandoned building ... crashing through the wall like some sort of juggernaut.

The vampire was hoping to feed on her blood; but something had beaten him to it. He's momentarily taken aback ... stunned actually ... wondering to himself why, with all of his heightened senses, he didn't detect its presence.

All of a sudden, there's a large cacophony ... sounding sort of like a frenzied ruckus; with objects being wildly thrashed about ... reverberating throughout the abandoned building; shortly followed by blood curdling screams of agony ... which suddenly ends as quickly as they started. ... All has become silent again.

Shaking off his initial shock and bafflement, the vampire finally leaps down from the rooftop; then, enters the building where the other predator had volatilely crashed through the wall to drag its victim inside. Almost instantly, the vampire can smell the potent aroma of freshly spilled blood; and follows the scent.

Thanks to his keenly sharp night-vision, the vampire's able to deftly ... and speedily ... maneuver his way through the jumbled disarray in the pitch-black, dilapidated building; until finally coming upon the horrific sight.

Blood was splattered everywhere throughout the room. Sabrina's body had been savagely ripped apart; with the brutally mangled pieces haphazardly strewn about. ... The vampire is once again taken aback; as he stands there motionless, with a partially agape mouth.

Suddenly ... out of the corner of his eye, the vampire catches a glimpse of that translucently white, seemingly ethereal-like apparition streaking his way. But before he even has time to react, the back of his jacket and shirt are instantly shredded; and he's immediately in excruciating pain, feeling as if a burning sensation had overtaken his entire upper back. Despite this, the vampire forces himself to take on a defensive stance; preparing himself to take on another attempted attack.

Again, the vampire only manages to get a mere glimpse of the unidentifiable predator before he's instantly knocked off his feet, then effortlessly tossed across the room ... as if he were a rag doll ... into the wall. There's an unbearable stinging pain ... along with that same burning sensation that his upper back has ... on the right side of his head. The vampire quickly presses his hand against his head, and in an instant the palm of his hand is wet and sticky. He pulls his hand away and holds it in front of his eyes; only to find his palm smeared over in blood.

This time during that attack, the predator was somehow able to rip the vampire's ear off in a manner of a second, or two.

The elusive apparition has once again vanished as suddenly as it had appeared; and, not wanting to stick around for its next appearance ... and probable attack ... the vampire decides to flee the scene as quick as possible. This truly is an instance where 'discretion is a better part of valor'.