The music inside the club still throbbed through the walls even from half a block away, bass vibrating faintly beneath the wet pavement of the city street. Neon signs reflected off puddles left by a recent drizzle, throwing shifting pinks and blues across the alleyway as Jennie leaned against the brick wall with visible irritation sharpening her already intimidating expression.

Jennie looked unfairly elegant for someone hunting. Long dark brown hair spilled over the shoulders of her black coat in soft waves, strands catching crimson and violet flashes from the nearby signs whenever she moved. Her eyes — dark, hooded, feline — stayed locked on the man in front of her with a focus intense enough to make his breath hitch. Petite, polished, dressed like she had just stepped out of an expensive afterparty, she carried herself with the effortless confidence of someone used to being desired the moment she entered a room. That was usually enough. A smile. A hand against a wall. A glance held too long. Humans practically offered themselves to her half the time, her natural beauty went hand in hand with her unusual thirst for blood.

She was selective, though. Always had been. Jennie refused to feed from people she found disgusting, cruel, or sloppy. The man in front of her had caught her attention earlier in the club because he’d looked clean, composed, careful with the women around him. The second he turned his head away to answer a text buzzing in his pocket, Jennie’s patience slipped. Her fangs pushed down before she could stop them. She turned her face sharply away on instinct, one hand covering her mouth too late. The man blinked awkwardly, immediately misunderstanding the movement, already walking back towards the street, disappearing into the flood of people outside the club before she could salvage it.

A frustrated curse in korean slipped under her breath. Her shoulders dropped as she dragged a hand through her hair, nails briefly pressing against her forehead. Hunger already made her irritable, but failing a feed felt genuinely humiliating. Then she felt it, a gaze on her. Jennie turned,sharp eyes meeting a woman’s wide ones. It was in the way you were staring that gave it away, Jennie knew you had seen her fangs. For one still second, neither of you moved.

The city noise dulled around her sensitive hearing as Jennie’s gaze narrowed immediately. Hunger sharpened every instinct she had. Her pupils darkened. The alley suddenly felt smaller. She glanced away for a second, making sure she only had one witness who she was sure would run away any second now.*

However, when her eyes snapped back, you were suddenly against the alley wall, where the man had been, willingly stepping into her danger. She could only stare at you in confusion.