The rave was busy with fresh blood, all the young teenagers were dancing around. Paris was always a good place to find young blood, Nina's favorite. The bars and clubs overflowed with youth looking for trouble, and she had their answer. Over the music, Nina marveled at the beat of they're pulses, and hunger welled up inside her. At the bar, Nina spotted her first fool, dressed simply in jeans and a T- shirt, he looked extremely out of place and vulnerable. Smiling at her own delight, she approached him.
Coyly she asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Startled and confused that this gorgeous woman was talking to him, he fell dumb.
Letting out a giggle, "My name is Nina, and you look like you're not having a good time." He smiled and loosened up. They had just started a good conversation when they were interrupted.
"You fool! Do you not realize she is a demon in disguise? She is a succubus, a whore of Satan!"
Nina turned to find her old friend Vincent Van Helsing, world-renowned vampire hunter.
"Hey! Go easy, old man." Turning to her new friend, "Pay no attention to him, he's my over protective father." She turned and gave Vincent a wink, then said, "Let's dance."
Leading the "Happy Meal" out on the dance floor Nina felt nervous about Vincent being there, but she played it cool. Noticing that Vincent was gone, Nina wasted no time in seducing her prey out the door. One look into her eyes and no one can resisted the fate she unleashes.

Once outside, they walked hand in hand to the back ally. Nina put her arms around him and began softly kissing his neck. She ran her long finger nails through his hair just as she bit into his neck. Nina's taste for warm sweet blood distracted her from Vincent's presence. Before she knew it, the boy was flown from her grasp and hit the ground unconscious. Springing around to face Vincent.
He raised his stake and said, "Now demon, we shall continue our discussion."
"Oh, Vincent. You are such a party pooper. Can't I have a bite first?"
Vincent became angry and screamed, "Demon!" as he lunged at her. Nina, quick on her feet, even though she was wearing heels, grabbed his arm, thrusted him around so that his arm was penned behind him and he was looking into her cold eyes.
"I'm growing tired of this dance, old man." Her grip became tighter, she ran her hand down his face and neck, and drew closer. Just as her lips barely brushed his neck, Vincent gave her a quick head-butt which freed him long enough to slip away from her. He regained his fighting position. Nina noticed blood dripping from her nose; with a sour look she wiped the back of her hand across her nose, smearing the blood. The smell of it enraged her and she lunged to attack. They fought hard, trading punches and jabs, until Vincent grew weak and fell to the ground. Nina looked down at him, knowing that she could kill him, she walked away.