There she was. He knew it was her at the first glance. Everything about her screamed predator. The way she moved to the beat, hips swaying, eyes closed, arms above her head. She was lost in the music. He could almost see the power flowing through her tight little body. It made him wonder about how she would move in other circumstances. Like with his body pressed against hers. Or, with fists flying at his face. Yeah, she would be glorious in the fight. Her blood would be sweet and rich as it slid down his throat. His third slayer. She would definitely be a worthy opponent. Her death would be his crowning achievement. The single act that would make his a household name in the demon community. But, for now, he would just watch and study. It would not be hard. She was beautiful. He could watch her forever.

She could feel the eyes on her. They were practically burning her skin. She glanced around as she moved to the beat, and there he was. With his bleached hair and ice blue eyes he was hard to miss. Decked out in black and leather, he had a menacing air about him. Oh yeah, definitely a bad boy. Then, she caught his eye. He gave her an intense, smoldering stare that seemed to last for ages. She was the first to blink and he was gone, swallowed up in the crush of bodies. She searched the room from her spot on the dance floor, but when she finally found him he ruined everything. She heard him talk about a guy trying to bite people, and she had to go do her sacred duty. Oh well, so goes the life of the Chosen One. Maybe she would see him again someday.