Author's note: This occurred to me after reading Stacey VS the BSC.

I was lying in bed. Darkness rested upon me like a veil. My eyes were closed, but I was not asleep. My kind never sleeps.

"Do you hear me?"

I sat up on my bed, rigid. My voice came out calm and quiet in the silence of my room.

"Yes, Master."

The voice did not materialize. It remained strangely disincarnate, with an authoritative tone. I was used to it by now.

"You know what you have to do."

"Yes, Master."

The air became suddenly less hefty and I knew He was gone. My master.

I got out of bed and got dressed. In front of the mirror, I pulled back my black hair using gel. I put a silver chain around my neck; its pendant was the symbol of my master. I flashed a grin at the mirror. It cracked.

"Powers in full effect," I murmured.

I stepped out. The spring air was almost warm against my cold skin. I walked briskly, letting my instincts guide me. Nearing on downtown Stoneybrook, I stopped once to sniff. Oh yes. It was there all right. The scent of young girls.

Burger Town was brightly lit and crowded. Stoneybrookites were just as attracted by the prospect of double-sized burgers and my master was by young girls' hearts.

It seemed that, today, everybody would get satisfied.

There were several of them in the restaurant, but three in particular caught my attention. They were so fresh. Innocent. And yet, there was this dark side to their hearts already that made them appetizing.

I walked nonchalantly towards their table. The one with the long blonde hair stared right up at me and I stole her heart. She made a sound that resembled a glassy giggle, painful to hear.

I made eye contact with the brunette sitting in front of her. The theft of her heart was painful; she momentarily lost control of her bodily functions and soda came out of her nose.

The third one was going to be more difficult. She was the purest of all. I glanced at her and she also started to giggle. It was soft, but still audible. There was an air of nervousness in it.

I waited, and the sniffed once more. Something interesting had caught my attention. The sweet, sweet smell of conflict. I turned my head. There she was; another blonde. Her reaction was subtle. When I took her heart, she put a hand on her stomach. But I had her. She was mine; she had always been, somehow.

I took a table and examined my deeds. Dawn Schafer. Kristy Thomas. Mary Anne Spier. And Stacey McGill. As they kept on laughing, I wondered. Had I really succeeded?

But then I heard an arrogant voice ask, " Is the vegetarian special grilled in vegetable oil, butter, or lard?" and I knew my job was done.