"Another shot for me and my friend here.." She had her arms draped around a boy, he was probably twenty-one or twenty-two. They were easy to manipulate at that age. The mysterious girl making flirty gestures at them from the bar. She knew exactly how to play it. After over hundreds of years you know exactly how to be whatever they wanted. Men. So easy. Dangle a bit of possible pussy in front of them and they melted. She used to feel bad for it, now it was almost boring.
She had become cold and calloused, she needed to eat, what else was she supposed to do? She didn't always kill them. Sometimes it got out of hand, but never intentionally, well.. unless they deserved it. There was also the bloodlust. She had killed when she had gone too long without eating. She had tried to stop, she really did, she pushed that guilt to a hidden part of her brain over fifty years ago. She had to eat to survive.
Her dark red hair was down and wavy over her little black dress, that showed off all of her curves, and just enough of her skin to be sexy, but not trashy. She balanced perfectly in her black heals and had a small mysterious smile that seemed to lure men and women alike. She wore dark eye make-up to make her eyes shine and the red lipstick which would look silly on most, for some reason seemed to work for her.
She took her drink and nibbled on the boys ear, he reeked of liquor and could barely stand, this was the right time. She whispered in his ear. "Lets say we get out of here." She swallowed her drink in one gulp, and pulled him along behind her, looking back to give him a seductive smile as they stepped out of the door of the bar.