Megan and I had gotten very lost on our way back from the bar. So when I noticed three men following us, I simply turned us down the next side street. This turned out to be a bad idea as the alley was a dead end. We turned around to find the three fellows had blocked us in. For a moment I considered drawing my knives and butchering them. But maybe I wanted to show off for Megan or maybe I just didn't want to deal with the police again. Either way I decided to have some fun with the men.

I step forward, partly to shield the woman with me and partly to draw the men's attention. The man in the middle, a ruddy straw haired man who was presumably their leader, opened his mouth. But I started a beat before him. "Good evening gentlemen. Perhaps we can settle this peacefully?"

The ruddy man points his gun at me. "You want to get shot?" He threatens.

I grin. "If you're going to shoot, then shoot. Only a coward waves around a gun he doesn't plan to use."

The man pointing his gun at me pauses. The companion on his left shifts. He quietly says, "this bitch is crazy." He sounds almost impressed.

I try hard not to snicker. "Maybe I am," I reply. "Or maybe you've greatly underestimated your quarry." I lean forward slightly, rising onto my toes. "Now would be your chance to run."

The men look at each other. The blond and the friend who had remained silent back away. The third man, the one who had questioned my sanity, looks from them to me. "It's just one person," he says. He draws his gun and points it at me. We all stand there and wait as he considers. His finger tenses on the trigger and I leap. The bullet hits my stomach, burying itself deep inside me.

Then I'm on him. I sink my fangs into his throat with a soft groan. I dig into my meal with enthusiasm.

A short time later I hear feet running past me. I look up to see Megan running around the corner. It's only then that I become aware of the smell of vomit from where she was standing. Well there went my plans for tonight.