There was nothing. Of course there was literally something, but as a whole it was considered nothing. Just vacancy hotel signs that illuminated the night with their ethereal glows. There was a theater that only played weekend shows. Even the streets were littered with broken glass and potholes. So in all, there was nothing.
No wandering soul to see her tears. No prying eyes to peal apart the fragments of her soul to see the sufferings and fears.
Solitude was her mate. It was a horrible fate.
Until a handsome man appeared. Carrying a cane with a knife hidden; or so she feared. His masculine features and look of amatory made her shiver. It wasn't like she wanted his heart, just his liver.
Her fangs exposed against the pale of the moon, sharpened to points. The power that coursed through her promised his death soon.
Caked with scarlet, the woman drove deeper, extinguishing the spark in his eye. The horror at what she had done, she felt. But to say she did not enjoy herself would be a lie. She was simply dealing the hand at which was dealt.
The woman prowled the night. Forever alone and cursed, wanting only to stir a fright.