It was a rainy night, one of the many raindays in cold February. Not all that bad it was, she liked the cold and misery. The grayness of the already this dark nights. In New York. The never sleeping city through where no silence could cut. Although the only things the woman heard were her own footsteps. Not that she had a bad hearing, but she was just full of her own plan of the night. She had specially dressed for this occasion. She had been to a store and bought clothes, did not take assignments for the day to prepare.

This woman was Lust. Walking through the dark night of an enlightened city. Her clothes were as she wanted them to be. High heels and a net panty. On top of that there was a skirt that just revealed a bit to much, even in her own opinion. She wore a leather top that left her flat tummy to be seen. And it accentuated her breasts as well. Her cold blue eyes gazing over the public to find people that where trying to do the same as her. At least looked like it.

Staring up at the rain she had to suppress an urge to make an umbrella of flesh to keep her hair dry. Walking in search for illegal activities she was scolding New York in her head for not having legal prostitution. Although that would have put a stop on her plan she would have at least known where all the prostitutes where.

Going around a corner she finally found what she was looking for and smiled. There in an alleyway she saw a pack of seven ladies group around and blink to ongoing drivers to sell their ‘’goods’’ to them. She stepped in between them and they looked at her as if they were grading her. She stood fierce and not afraid in the middle of these girls knowing that they would be no match for her. After a minute or so they decided to let her to her thing and all looked the other way.

Her plans of senseless killings where for one part complete. She had much fun with stitching some mean devices into her clothes that would not be seen by people. Things such as needles, knives toothpicks and other throwing and sharp material. She would get much pleasure tonight. And hopefully she would hit the newspaper. She could already see the title: Gory murdering case in prostitution scene. Agent barbrady sais: ‘’I’ve never seen so much blood’’

There was a loud crash as the whimpering man collided with the hard metal of his over; he was battered from the relentless assault and he could barely hold up his weight as he attempted to stand.

"Don't touch me!" he spat, blood mixed with saliva dripped from his lips as he slumped to the floor, his energy was drained. Ezekiel stood among the shadows of the quaint apartment, his suit coat hanging on the back of a chair in the tiny dining room. He had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up so as to keep them from getting bloody during the altercation.

"You didn't quite expect to ever see my charming mug again, did you?" Ezekiel smiled, baring his mouthful of fangs; slow steps brought him over to the man he had beaten. In his hand he held a scalpel, a most useful tool when you only dined on the finer cuts.

"Don't worry, I'll give you some dignity; I won't listen to you scream" Ezekiel placed a hand over the man's mouth to silence him before pressing the blade to his stomach. The muffled cries of pain were barely prevented by his hand, but in the end he doubted that anyone had overheard.

Ezekiel heaved a contented sigh as he wiped his mouth with his handkerchief; the man was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, a large gash over his stomach located where the liver had once been.

"I'd have preferred it cooked, but we were working with limited time" he shook his head before pulling his sleeves down and buttoning up his cuffs. Once his coat was back on he checked his appearance in the mirror once more to make sure the blood was all gone before venturing out of the building.

This particular neighbourhood wasn't up to his standard but he wasn't exactly here on a social call. As he passed down the street he couldn't help but spot the pack of slags; he could practically taste the debauchery in the air.

"How classy," he said perfectly aloud to the ladies; he had no respect for these lowly creatures, they weren't even worthy to find themselves on his dinner plate.

Leaning against the wall of the corner looking out for her first victim she heard a crash of a man into a wall somewhere not to far away. A scream that sounded like someone being in danger, she did not care. And even if she did she would never have walked to there and checked up with it. She was hunting for some blood, not to see some old lady scream her lungs out because of a little mugging case.

Not that much later she just had finished talking with a little old guy that was obviously not aiming on taking her into the car. She had nicely told him to get out of her sight in twenty seconds or get killed. He became pale and fled away. She took her shadow position again only to be noticed by her cigarette smoke and het light blue eyes. No emotion.

To take away her boredom she made a race game with her internal organs. She tested what organs could move the fastest. Then she made another game to see where she could put her brains. Being bored all the same when this little game ended she spat on the ground with a loud sound of mischief and looked up. A guy walked around the corner.

His sleeves up with a casual clothing style. To lust he did not seem that normal but she could be mistaken. There was no mistaken that this was the guy of the crash. His arrogant walking could not entirely take away the fact that he had some spats of blood on his shirt. Smiling to herself she knew that he would be her victim.

With a faint smile she came from the shadows. Her clothes still as they were before and smiling nicely sure not take have weird curves in places where they did not belong. She smiled sweet towards him as she heard him say his rather insulting comment. She decided to ignore him as she was no prostitute and only wanted fun.

She walked up to him looking as flirty as she could bring up. ‘’hey sweetie do you need something.’’ She clicked with her tongue and looked down a bit.

In his haste and enjoyment he had neglected to replace his false teeth and coloured contacts; his animalistic amber eyes and razor teeth were left open for the woman to see as she approached how careless he had been.

The distasteful manner in which she clothed herself offended his delicate senses; this was made clear by the snide look that overtook his otherwise charming demeanour. He adjusted the collar of his dress shirt, he had also neglected to wear a tie this evening which was also rather unlike him.

"I need nothing from your lot," his tone had returned to its usual tone, much more polite then before. He took a deep breath; one thing his delicate senses had learned to decipher was the unique scents of the city. Ezekiel shook his head at the woman before buttoning up his suit coat.

"You're either a liar or your goods aren't worth the wealth," he paused to point at the other girls in the alley "They all wreak of sex, like the distinct smell of a dirty sock that is in dire need of a wash; however you smell entirely clean, my dear" he was nothing if not observant.

With his hands clasped behind his back he levelled his hollow gaze on her face, which might have been attractive if it weren't for her horrid attire. "So I think the proper question is, do you need something?" he bit his bottom lip before a hiss ushered past his lips "I doubt it's an intimate experience you long for"

Her smile fading from her face the moment she saw his eyes. He looked like a snake and surely had the attitude of one. She was now annoyed by him. Quickly making the smile on her face appear again she tried not to think of this lowly snake that had ruined her plans of making a human her prey tonight. Of course she could just walk away and act as if she had never seen his face before but that was not the way she worked. People do not forget , someone who saw her in this slutty costume had to die. No matter the consequences.

‘’you are probably right.’’ She began with a sigh to make the effect look better. With her hand going down to her breast opening a little stitch with her nails and grabbing a little toothpick. ‘’I like some parts of this job and do it only in my spare time. Although my profession is not prostitute. And those so called humans you see there are disposable.She grabbed a knife while biting on a toothpick. It was a throwing knife that was made of hundred percent steel.

She whirled around and threw the knife towards one of the prostitutes. The knife rotating in mid air as a throwing knife should do. With a silver flash it landed in the stomach of the prostitute. The fell down and was still heavily moving around from pain. She would not be able to stand up but the death would not come soon either. It would take about 15 minutes before the juices of the stomach would leak all the way down and lethally damage the guts of the woman.

Looking at the guy in front of her she gave him a faint smile. ‘’You yourself seem to have been busy with humans also.’’ She pointed at the blood on his shirt. Licking her lips a little before resuming she felt the known pain of the little devil on her tongue. ‘’I need something entirely other then your money for seeing me like this. Although its less worth. The only fee on seeing me like this is your life dear’’

Pressing her finger on his lips she made a sound that sounded like ‘’shush’’. She then walked around him and when she was behind him she moved her finger over his throat. Not doing any damage as it was not her intention she laughed on an insane way and grabbed a little knife from under her skirt. Playing with it as she walked back further she counted her steps. Between laughing and hiccuping she told him; ‘’ I have never missed from less then forty meters, are you up for the dare?’’