Warning: Adult themes
Music boomed throughout the nightclub, strobes glinting across the shiny marble. Bodies jerked and twisted, the many fragrances reflecting the sexual tension that hanged in the atmosphere. Xiolina had been watching him for some time; a drunken loner dancing in solo. She occupied a small corner, sipping a cold, fizzing soda. He had to give up the hunt soon, and abandon this desperate attempt of humiliation. She had scoped him all night, he threw himself around as if he was experiencing a seizure, the sweat rolling profusely down his aged skin.
"Ahh finally" she thought to herself, noting his moment of defeat. The man toddled off through the crowd and exited the nightclub. Xiolina stalked him sharply. Following a brief exit the man turned down a narrow alleyway, stumbling as he went. Humid air melted on the tip of the her tongue, tempting the thirst. The drunkard rambled to himself in his absent-mindedness. It was close now, soon it would be quenched. She picked up the pace, manoeuvring quickly towards her target. The sound of the city had become more and more silent until all that was audible was the dull echoes of motor engines. She jolted the last few yards and leapt in great pleasure upon her unsuspecting prey. The man yelped in surprise as Xiolina slammed him against the moonlit concrete, baring her pearly fangs. She smiled as her face contorted into a horrifying form; the petrified victim screamed as she plunged deep into his neck. Blood gushed as Xiolini shook in climactic satisfaction, the ground coming to life with rivers of red. Xiolini withdrew in sated glee.