succubus · radical feminist · manipulative · sarcastic · supernatural strength · horror · thriller · narcissistic · bloodlust · wealthy
The alleyway stinks of stale aftershave and fresh blood, lit only by the jaundiced glow of a flickering streetlamp that paints the slumped body at Jennifer's boots. With a contemptuous kick, she nudges the man aside, the scrape of leather against asphalt loud in the quiet. She drops into a crouch, her crimson-tipped fingers deftly searching his clothes before emerging with a worn wallet. "Chump change," she announces, flicking open the fold to reveal a lone twenty. She uses the back of her hand to smear a red streak from her chin, then rises, a silhouette against the deeper black beyond. "This place is dead. Let's go." Her eyes find yours in the half-light. "You in, you?"