Doesn't matter what you did, ya know, if they need ya, it's like you never did anything, I thought, a sly smirk crossing my face. Standing there under the calm still starlight, I looked up and winked back at a star that had winked at me. It was like a silent confirmation of my, let's see how did he put it, reformation, and by debt to society? Might as well have been wiped clean, I was back on the streets, doing what I'd been doing, doing what I'd been made for, slaying.Raising my eyebrows, I gave a skeptical, what the fuck look to the vamp who'd just risen. A newbie, of course. As it stood there giving me this diatribe about how excited he was to meet the slayer on his first night out, and how I was going to die. I finally crossed my arms looking at him. I had to keep myself from laughing out loud. "Yo," I interrupted, "can we fight now?" my head emphasized my impatience.Yet, it kept on going. Reminded me of what B' might be like if she were turned."Fuck this," I said aloud, uncrossing my arms, the stake firmly in my right had, slayer senses tingling, ready for the kill. But this was like way to freaking easy."Shut the fuck up," swiftly moving over the small space between us, hand raised and then in a blink of an eye, hit my target. The pathetic creature, game me this look, I couldn't even describe, it's body exploding into millions of pieces, and falling to the ground. I had to wonder about the vamp that had turned this one.The dewey wet ground squished under my fine-new leather boots. I wasn't sure if I should could that imitation of a vampire, so my kill was low, seven in all, it was a slow night.Couldn't help but be excited, ready for some heat between my thighs. As much as this slayer gig turned me on, I was ready for something more, I was born to slay, and born to fuck. My mother and all of the 'uncles' who'd visit taught me that. Color me adventure gal, I sauntered out of the cemetery, hell I knew all 40+ like the back of my hand. People in Sunny D didn't live long. Now, the dull cadence of cement met my footsteps as I made my way downtown.I was free, and I intended to stay that way, and I was different. Different or not, after slaying, I had to feed, and then fuck.The aroma of Chinese food assaulted my nose, my second favorite smell. Inhaling an impressive amount of food for a girl my size, and having a few distinctly appreciative looks from the married male clientele, I grinned back, allowing my tongue to move over the landscape of my bottom lip. Pulling on the mantel of cock tease, I locked eyes with one very nerdy young boy, imprisoned in a, what appeared to be a family dinner. I made love to my meal, as I held the chopstick over my mouth and sucked on the hot pink shrimp, the boy fidgeted in his chair. Making a mental note, not to wear my tight pants next time I came, I imagined the visual I could give the boy if my hand could make it into my pants.Tight leather does have many advantages, aside from the fact that I looked hot as hell, I could rub my legs together just right, to generate a bit of heat, looking up at him, my eyes flashed their famous, dark, fuck me luck, and he dropped his water glass trenching himself.Giggling, I got up, pasted by his table, stopped, put a hand on his shoulder and this whispered into his ear, and left.I knew right where I was going, and my pace quickened. My heart beat a bit faster. I wondered if they needed a girl like me, might be interesting to freelance for awhile or would I prefer to just taste the delights that might be there, or should I just seduce a patron, clever girl I was.The night open with so many possibilities, I rounded the corner and spied 'The Magic Box.' My tongue moved over my soft pink lips in anticipation. In a minute, I was inside. Ready to play.