Twist licked at the wrist she held in her hand and pulling it away from her mouth peered intently at the flawless skin where not but a second ago there had been a flaw. She lifted the wrist to her mouth again and pressed her lips against the smooth skin, warm underneath her tongue. Parting her lips she increased pressure and she felt the skin break under her teeth, blood pooled and flowed, staining her teeth red. She let her mouth fill before swallowing and sucking, pulling more life from the wrist at her mouth. A soft moan reached her ears from her right and the she felt muscle pull and contract under her tongue. She didn’t let go though, holding the wrist close as she licked at the wound she created through her teeth. Judging by feel gave one last lick and pulled the wrist away again. Again came the soft moan and flex but she ignored it. Perfect. Once more the skin was perfect. She settled the wrist on the table and dabbed at her mouth, pulling away her fingers to look at them. A smug smile creased her face as she saw not a single hint of blood on her fingers. Perfect.

Another moan and with an arched eyebrow Twist looked to her right to see the slumped figure of a young man- the owner of the wrist. It had only taken one dance to get him into the dark booth with her and from there he was lost to her Kiss. It was a good thing she hadn’t been terribly hungry though, she had only taken a small amount from him and already he was nearly spent, his eyes fluttering closed. She didn’t want to think how badly off he would be if she had actually been hungry.

A slow rumble was all the warning she got when he entered. Her beast was too sated on blood to do more when the presence of the neonate made itself known.

*Finally! A week of waiting. I am growing bored of this club.* She thought as she slid out of the booth, the soft cry for her not to go from the young man falling on deaf ears. She deftly made her way around the edge of the club, cutting off the escape route of the neonate. She knew he had to be aware of her presence- she lacked the ability to hide the way Asa did, but even so she watched through splits in the crowd as he quickly saddled up to a lone female, his hands already resting lightly on her hand, ignoring her drawing closer.

*Cocky.*

Since the idiot wasn’t fleeing, Twist dropped her stealth mode and flat out approached him. He ignored her still, his eyes fixed on the neckline of the female kine he was chatting up…or maybe it was just her neck.

“Sweetheart, rules are rules and you know you can’t hit on girls without my approval first.” She purred as she deftly slipped in between the neonate and his would be supper. Behind her she heard the girl call him a name and stalk off, upset that the cute boy was ‘taken’ but she was more focused on him. His eyes narrowed, his upper lip curling in scorn and he made as if to push Twist away to go after the girl.

Twist smirked at him as she snaked out an arm in on of the moves she had recently learnt and he was back on his seat a look of surprise on his face at the power behind the deceptively simply maneuver. She let her voice go cold and soft and she leaned in close, “You aren’t listening but I am in no mood for leniency. You ran out of that when you feed for the 3rd time in this city without proper acknowledgment.” She watched as slow dawning filled his eyes, but it wasn’t fast enough for her taste.

Sliding her arm through his she hauled him upright, “Don’t worry though- if you don’t make a scene I will make it so there is a chance that you wake to try again…in Salt Lake City.” The neonate made some noise that Twist was sure was talking but she really wasn’t paying attention so it didn’t matter. All that mattered is that after tugging in futile attempt to free himself, he followed her steps outside and down the block. When she briefly released him in the dark alley, he did try and flee again but he got only a step before her fist slammed him back against the wall.

She grinned as he hunched over after the blow.

“Thank you- I’ve been wanted to try that move. Now, be a real sweetheart and stand up straight.” When he wasn’t fast enough again for her taste she helped him, the palm of her hand crunching his jaw upward, jerking his whole body straight for a split second. And that was all she needed, her other hand shoved the wood stake into his exposed chest, sinking through flesh and bone into his heart.

She stepped back to watch as his body slumped unceremoniously to the ground. Crouching down she tugged his jacket straight to hide the end of the stake and slung one arm over her shoulder, lifting his body. Her car was parked just a bit deeper into the alley and it only took a few minutes to slide him in. She paused, using the interior light to examine her hands. Not a single hint of blood. Perfect.

A smug smile curled up her lip and she pulled the trunk closed. She had a delivery to arrange.