Like a blurred streak of red lightening, she sped across until the field. Her movement was silent but deadly; in seconds she was perched in the tree directly above the young woman. The gentle breeze blew her scent towards the predator and she inhaled with a rush of excitement. The time was now. She leapt at her victim, teeth bared and caught her by the neck.

Victoria gave the young girl just enough time to see her face before she bit deep into her veins, hoping that she would remember what she had done to offend her killer. As Victoria drained the body, she allowed her mind to drift back to the previous night. Little slag. Nobody tried to hit on her James and lived to see the next sunset. She had been bold and forward, for a human. Nothing on Victoria of course but had she been a vampire, she may have possessed some of the necessary qualities to make a good hunter.

Female blood was slightly more sour than that of young men. Victoria usually preyed on gorgeous males as their reaction to her kiss was so enlightening. There was something strangely erotic about a quickening blood flow and then the yelp of shock and pain as her razor-sharp teeth cut into their soft flesh. Any men who found themselves attracted to Victoria would find themselves dead the next morning. If Victoria didn't drink from them, James certainly would.

Pale and drained of all blood, the girl lay on the mossy ground, into her face etched a mask of pain and terror. Victoria took a few seconds to enjoy anticipating her final thoughts.

Now came Victoria's favourite part. She took her nails and gently dragged them across the girl's pale visage, removing all the flesh. Killing her was purely for Victoria's benefit; she had to feed. Desecrating the corpse was another thing. That was her revenge upon the human and Victoria knew that she would not be identified easily. Stripping flesh and clothing all at once, Victoria hurled organs across the field and her perfect aim landed them in a muddy ditch. Once the flesh had been removed and distributed around the crime scene, Victoria twisted the skull until it separated from the rest of the body. Scraping the grass with her nails, she dug a perfect hole and buried the skull underneath the remainder of the bones. Victoria took a rounded rock and carved into it with the tip of her nail. She then laid the rock on top of the ground where she had buried the skull.

"Victoria, didn't Laurent tell you not to play with your food?" James had crept up behind her. Victoria did not turn from the bones in front of her but merely sniffed in reply.

"I wouldn't call this food. I was just making my point. No one flirts with my man and gets away with it." Walking around to face her, James smirked.

"I think there's a sturdy tree over there," he pointed, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "We could do a little experiment...see how long the tree can survive us." Victoria arranged the bones in a relaxed position. The girl's hands were resting on her hips and her legs were crossed casually.

"That looks good," James laughed. Victoria smiled maliciously and jumped to her feet in a fraction of a second. In a flash, she was perched on James's back, kissing the top of his head. As he turned to leave, she stopped him.

"One second. I forgot to leave a little something for the FBI…" In a flash, she had dressed the skeletal girl in her blue cardigan. The vibrant hues were clearly visible against the mottled green of the undergrowth.

"Now we can leave."

In another blurred flash, the pair had long gone.