The blood was warm

The blood drizzled into the gutter and finally into the sewer. It was such a waste, especially in this storm. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and the green eyes noticed the small form huddled under the overhang, shivering, wet and cold.

"Please....his name..was...Murphy," the small child whispered.

"No one cares anymore, honey," said the green-eyed red-head. "He won't be bothering you anymore."

When the 8-year old didn't move, the red-head hissed.

"Go.....now." Those green eyes were neon and glowed dangerously.

But the child would forget. Moreover, she would live. That was more than Murphy could claim.

The red-head laughed coldly, licking her fangs.

The next one needs to be harder to catch... she thought to herself.