for as long as she could remember, she had lurked in the darkness, a shadow among the world. this was not by choice. she was born into this unfortunate world with a secret. i must first start off by telling you not to get me wrong, the Lady had good intentions and really never meant to hurt anyone. but you must do what you must do in order to survive. at first glance she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. she even took other womens breath away. the difference was that she was not conventionally beautiful.. but beautiful in a very dark, intriguing way. she had mystery about her that made you long for her life story before she had even spoken. women of this manner were a rarity in today's age, so men were naturally drawn to her. and the Lady was a natural actress. she made men want her, become attached to her.. men who were thought to be heartless would fall at her feet, speaking of love. she had their hearts in her hand, but she never loved them. she played this game because she had to. in reality, she was disgusted. she found men in no way attractive. they were only good for the blood pumping through their thick masculine veins. her real love was for women. women with their delicate features, fragile, kissable collar bones, gentle fingertips.. this was where her passion was. this was where her heart was. the problem was that she was forced to live two separate lives: one with lies and twists and secrets.. and one with deep meaning and, she'd never admit it, but love. she was ashamed of this because love was not to be in her life. it couldn't be with the things she had to do just to keep herself breathing. but she'd never play those bloody games with a woman. never. women were to be regarded with high respect, as far as she was concerned. of course, survival would be much easier if she'd just give in and take the blood of a woman, but that was something she promised herself she would never do. and if she had believed in god, she would have prayed that he never let her take the blood of a woman. but to take the blood of anyone was to sin. it was all kind of ironic. her whole life was ironic.. but she could handle it. she handled it the same way she was about to handle her date tonight with him; with care. because you couldn't be careless living this way. the rumble in her empty stomach was enough to make her anxious, but she carefully applied the hooker red lipstick, gazing at herself in the mirror. she lifted the corners of her mouth to reveal the sharper teeth on both sides. tonight's snack would be wonderful.