A natural born killer indeed, he was. Every new moon, an inner monster asked him to hunt. He was barely a teenager when he strangled his first victim, a girl with blonde hair. She was followed by lots of other victims over the years. He must have been very lucky, because he had never been caught by the police.
Neither would he, that night.
That night he was haunting another young, blonde woman. Soon he found his chance when an alley appeared. The girl was trapped, her neck bound by a cable, his hands holding it tight. However, something was going wrong-she wasn't fighting. On the contrary, she was staring at him. Her chilling glare and her creepy sort of a smile awoke reminiscences in the man's mind. Suddenly, he felt scared.
"Is it you? I murdered you!"
"No, you did not. I could still breathe, and an unexpected visitor came around me," she hissed.
And the bent smile spread out, baring a pair of huge, sharp, unnatural fangs. Fangs that were stuck in the serial killer's throat within a few seconds.
The vampire drank until she felt satisfied. Afterwards, she allowed the rats to devour what was soon to be a corpse.
Only Hell knows who will be the prey this time.
By Vanessa Navarro Reverte.