Vampire, new

All her senses are sharp, she feels the gnawing ache in her throat, the pain is almost as if she struggles to breathe, but by now she is used to the pain and it drives her to her prey faster and easier than before when she symapthized with humans, but she now accepts that she is no longer part of that world, the world of the weak and defenseless, she is the hunter and humans are prey. All vampires are beautiful, but Deliaha was also beautiful as a human, she always had striking features and a skinny yet hourglass body, the change only enhanced her features, her round innocent looking eyes that are violet with speckles of light blue around her pupil became brighter, and her plump full pink lips became a shade darker, her skin paled and her dark almost black brown curly hair grew longer and thicker. No one could resist her and she could trap anyone she wanted, but she felt for humans, she still remembers what humanity felt like, what her dreams were and what she wanted to accomplish. She runs her tounge along her sharp pearly white fangs, her mouth moistens at the thought of pirecing the soft delicate skin on a human's neck, hitting the main vein and feeling the thrist weaken with each mouthful. She looked across the room and spotted Vincent, he was talking to a young girl who he was going to prey upon later tonight, she did not know why but this gave her a jealous feeling even though she knew he would never leave her, she hated the thought of him with another woman in his arms, Right at that moment he looks over and flashes her his sexy crooked smile that always made her tingle, and gave the slightest flash of his fangs and winked to her, He was one of the most powerful vampire in the night world, he was feared by many vampires and had a very dark air to him, this always drew Deliaha to him with his seductive and dangerous temperment. She felt tired and unbearably thristy for blood, she started to search the room for her prey, she was feeling very vibrant tonight, her long thick dark curly hair running down her back was buzzing with energy, with her dress hugging her torso and chest like a corset and ending with a flowing skirt that was like a never ending river of darkness, and she had her black heels on that killed her feet but showed off her long legs, if it was up to her she would never take her favorite and always first picked steel toed boots off. As she searched she came across a man with chestnut colored hair and tan skin, he had the body of a worker but the stance of a gentleman, he had an air to him of confidence. She was almost starring daggers at him because all she needed was a glance, for his eyes to meet hers, then she could make her move it was always that simple with humans, so easy to play with, with one look he would be hooked and would be hers to have and do what she wants and needs to, but when he did look at her she was memserized by his golden-green eyes, that did not look human nor vampire, more animal but without a firece harsh look of Vincent but a defensive almost gentle look of a feline. Being caught so off guard and so thristy she turned and left without glancing back even though she felt his eyes following her and engulfing her essence, If he was part of the nightworld the consquence for feeding off him would be great, and do all most nothing for hunger, only give transfer of energy and power, but this is not worth it now, it is war between the creatures of the night using any excuse to attack. Later that night on her way home she picked up the lowest and dirtiest creature off the street, he was covered in layers of dirt and rags and was alone, he would surely not be missed, When she had her head straight again and was not distracted by the pain of bloodlust, her mind started to wonder back to those beautiful, strange golden green eyes of the man, the man without the harsh power of Vincent but a kind and gentle but yet strong look of a condfident elegant animal, he was not vampire, but maybe a shifter, shifters are the lowest form in the night world, always being looked down upon, from being known as hybrids and not true predators, but no matter this man with golden-green eyes was stuck on her mind, she needed to learn who he was, almost as if her sanity dependented on it. She was turning a corner not paying attention when she heard swift light strides behind her, she looked out the corner of her eye and saw in fact movement behind her, she was being tracked, this was not that out of the ordinary, she was a firece fighter and a known powerful vampire in the nightworld many people would want to take her place, and many power hungry enemies would try to get a piece of her. She felt a tightening in her chest, and her muscles started to tenses, her fangs started sliding from her gums each step was poised for attack, She was in her fighting mode, this was the fight or flight, and she never chose flight, running was for the weak and she is not weak, she will never be weak like she once was, she was once a young innocent naive human who was taken aback by a man with brown eyes with red surrounding his pupil and a velvet voice that would melt any girls heart, but she was not human now and she was the predator and they were the prey, that was the relationship, vampire and human, predator and prey the line can not be crossed. Long ago she was the prey, if she wasn't so beautiful and had the courage of lion and the will of a bull she may never have became what she is today, Vincent may have never been so lustful and curious by her, she would be dead in the ground, never knowing power and strength. She listened for the steps getting closer and closer, which were followed by a rotten stench, it had to be a demon of some kind, nothing to hard to kill. She slowed her pace and turned to face her demon and was gone in a flash, in an instant she was in front of the attacker and swung her leg across her body aiming straight for its throat with her sharp heel, when it used lightening reflexes and tossed her aside like a ragdoll, she was weaponless and now it had the advantage, how could this have happened? She was rattled on the inside and was buzzing with frightened energy, but would never show it, even if this is her moment of death, she would die with strength and never end being a coward, he was on top of her, it slapped her face tracing its claws across her face causing shotting pain and his knee was crushing her leg, so escape was not possible. She tried to fight but it was useless, in her last moments she wondered if she would be missed or just seen as another death in the nightworld, would Vincent even care? Then something leaped over her and her Demon, it was a black blur, and the next second it was attacking her attacker, she lay on the pavement stunned and not able to recover from what had just happened, The creature gave a last scream when she heard a wet hard bite that left the demon motionless on the ground, her body shot up to she the scene and then she laid eyes on a beauitful black leopard, with fur the color of midnight and in the moon light shown its dark spots, and the same golden-green eyes, starring at her, the same eyes she had seen not hours before. As she lay on the the pavement the leopard and she just starred at eachother, it had a look of wild, raw, protective, and something that looked like desire in its eyes, without a second glance it leaped up and gracfully sped away, leaving her breathless on the pavement, once again confused and drawn in by those beautiful loving golden-green eyes, the eyes of the man who just fought to protect her, a man who she did not even know his name, only the imprint of the look of safety and comfort he gave her was left on her mind.