Children of the Night

Isa stared out of her open window as she took out at the night sky. The cool summer breeze brought the scents of the city below as it came alive with the nightlife. She loved the city. Despite her demon nature, she actually enjoyed the loud buzzing streets. It helped drown out her hunger and sometimes, it made her feel. . . human.

"Hey, I'm leaving." The males voice behind her snapped Isa back to her hell. Right. . . 

"Fine. Door is that way." She motioned towards her left, trying so hard to be as cold as she could. The morning had always been the worst for her. Many times, the men would just leave on their own accord. . . other times they would try to get more. More than  once she found herself disposing of some asshole who thought that screwing her meant owning her. She let herself breath through her nose as she calmed her nerves. Hopefully this guy would just leave and she could enjoy the week or so of peace that she got after everytime she. . ."fed".

"Will I see you again?" Oh, no. Not one of those. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing to the boy she met what seemed like years ago. Cyrus. For some reason, thinking of him now always gave her enough strength for what she needed to do. 

"No. Don't call me either." She walked over as she grabbed her jacket off the floor. "Just lock the bottom when you leave." She hated being so cold, but she learned long ago not to let anyone in. No one was really accepting towards any kind of demon. Especially one created by the demon of lust. Fantastic. . .her lineage was a curse. Forcing her to indulge her sexual desires lest she suffer with a pain so excruciating it left her crippled for days on end. She hated that side of her life. The only solace she used to find was in music. Just give her an mp3 player and some head phones and she would be content. But now. . . She found her mind wondering to the night she had met the young vampire. His innocent fidgeting still caused her to smile. He was so awkward. Completely opposite of what she had heard about vampires. She had always imagined them as . . . well perfect. Never making mistakes, always knowing how to act in situations. Cyrus had changed all that. 

Just remembering the look in his eyes when she gave him her number sent chills down her arms. Yea . . . but he would never call her. That was the bummer of the entire situation. She was always left with just memories, never really able to have the real thing.