Short burgundy hair tousled in the wind as clouds started to cover the star lit sky, casting the figure on the building into shadow. Rocky Butte was the perfect location for solitude. If it was daylight and clear, one could see Mt. St. Helens to the North East. It was this thought that dominated Myzeray’s mind tonight. She had seen pictures. She knew it was there, but she had never seen it personally. That was the problem with being a creature of the night.

            The buzzing of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. Checking the caller ID, Myzeray Dawnday rolled her eyes. “Myzeray,” she answered with her own name in her calm alto voice.

            “Myzeray! Where the fuck are you?! Why aren’t you at the Gathering?” Gordon, the hyper active anal retentive annoying son-of-a-bitch, for all intents and purposes was her employer.

            “I’ll be there. The night is still young.” Myzeray slipped from the wall she was crouching on.

            “Be here…now.” The snap on the other end indicated that Gordon hung up.

            The 5’5” vampire straightened her bright red corset and faked a sigh. Vampires, being dead, didn’t need to breathe but faking it attracted more humans. More humans meant more opportunities to feed. Gordon’s call put a cramp in her plans for the evening but obviously they had a job to do.

            She descended the stairs in her 6 inch boots with other worldly grace. Every movement she made seemed like a dance. She had worked at perfecting her movements for years, just so she could be the most attractive thing to human eyes. They were suckers already for her full pouting lips and big blue eyes. The fluid movement of her body was just icing on the cake.

            She shook out her hair once more before grabbing her helmet off of her 2008 Suzuki Hayabusa and slipped it over her head. She caresses the black monster of a bike to life. It’s thundering roar splitting the silence of the Butte.

            Myzeray raced the bike around corners, her knee nearly eating asphalt as she was nearly horizontal to counterbalance the turning force. Once at the bottom she turned her bike toward downtown Portland, speeding along I-84, weaving between cars as she blasted past them.

            She was about to turn onto the waterfront as soon as she was across the bridge, but decided against it at the last moment. Instead she blasted her way along to the heart of downtown. Her tires squealed a protest at the drifting stop, her body once again coming upright as the bike rested. She dropped the kick stand, took off her helmet and replaced it with a fedora from her saddle bags. A little bit of slut red lipstick and she was ready. Fuck Gordon. She had plans.

            As everyone stared Myzeray strutted up to the door, not even bothering with the line at The Incubus. “Myzeray,” the bouncer opened the door and the woman slipped inside.

            The club was dimly lit by laser lights and strobes as gothic industrial music pumped through the amplifiers. The energy on the first of three floors was saturated with human auras. The perfect place for Myzeray to feed. The young adult crowd was taken away by the vampire/goth themed club and dressed in outrageous clothing, as if real vampires wore such things when not stalking humans.

            Myzeray stepped onto the dance floor and watched as the nearest people stared. She had dusted herself with sparkles, keeping with the current fad the Twilight series had so conveniently provided. Humans were more ignorant of vampire ways than ever. Sparkle in the sun indeed. If she was ever caught in the sun she would do more than sparkle. She’d burn.

            She brushed her fingers across the nearest male’s cheek, then caressed the shoulder of a female as she tasted each of their energies. No, not the right one yet. She danced through the crowd, brushing up against each human. Each person’s aura tasted different, like different flavors of chocolate. It all depended on what her preference was that night.

            A spark of feeling passed on her left. That was the one. She shifted quickly and found a young man slipping through the crowd. Mmmm…Misery, the love of her life and name sake… She caught his shoulder just as he was about to exit the dance floor and turn on all her charm.

            She never smiled. She only cast a glance or two up at him through her thick lashes. Her eye make-up was done in a swirling pattern down her cheeks, drawing attention from her eyes to her mouth.

            Myzeray looked closer at him as he paused to take her in. He tentatively touched her hips and started to sway with her, looking farther down to her chest. She labored her breathing just a little to suggest she was attracted to him. Human emotions were so easy to imitate.

            Mmmmmm…hope…the only thing that tasted better than misery. His girl must have just left him. She hooked a finger into his collar and led him to a back corner. He followed willingly. She had to be careful not to give into the bloodlust. She couldn’t afford a messy kill in the Incubus. He started kissing her neck, leaving his wide open for the taking.

            Her fangs elongated and she covered his mouth before biting down. Much to her surprise he moaned and leaned into her as she broke skin. The red liquid pulsed into her mouth as she started sucking. His moans grew in intensity before starting to wane as the loss of blood left him with little energy. He grabbed her forearms and started to thrash against her, trying to get her to let go. She held him closer, wrapping her strong legs around his middle to hold him. He finally went limp as his heartbeat slowed and eventually stopped.

            Myzeray licked her lips and propped the body up in the corner. The cleaners would take care of the carcass. She had business to attend to apparently. She checked her cell and saw the 5 missed calls from Gordon. The little man was very uptight.

            She checked her messages as she strode from the club, her lips licking at the droplet of blood beading in the corner of her mouth. She nodded to the bouncer and straddled her bike.

            “Myzeray you fucking bitch! Get your ass to Lake Oswego as soon as you get this! We have a situation and…” Myzeray pressed 7 to erase the message.

            She put the fedora away, pulled out her helmet and rocketed off to her assignment. Another day, another body.