The club was hot and pounding with the beat of the music. She scanned the floor, lip curling. None of these looked like they would do.

Finally, after some minutes of searching, a possibility appeared at the bar. She pushed her way through the throng, and seated herself next to him. He turned slightly to look at her, and she smiled.

"Hi," she said softly.

His eyes took in the halter top and short skirt she was wearing, and he brightened. "Hi."

They started talking, and after the initial "What's your name?" and "What do you do?", she got right to the point.

"Want to go to my place?" she asked in a slightly husky voice.

He looked worried, but then lust gradually took over caution. "Yeah. You have a car?"

She shook her head. "I walked. It's not far." She rose from her seat. "Come on."

It didn't take them long to reach her apartment, but even by that time, the guy was all over her. She resisted the impulse to deck him.

She unlocked the door, and immediately he had her pressed against the wall, hands roaming everywhere. With a grimace, she decided to continue the charade a little longer...the end result would definitely be worth the disgust.

Five minutes later, she was beginning to think that maybe she was wrong. He was like an octopus; he never let go.

She wrenched one arm free and slid her hand down her thigh, searching for the strap. Finally, her hand closed about the hilt. She jerked it out, and slammed the guy against the opposite wall. She had her dagger to his neck before he could blink.

"What the hell?!" He started to struggle. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I would like to thank you," she said, smiling, "for the donation of your soul. It will be greatly appreciated." She pressed the blade in just the slightest bit, and watched in satisfaction as it began to glow. She slit his throat neatly, then turned around, not even bothering to watch him crumple to the floor. She'd take care of the body later.

* not far away *

Auraliana sighed, tilting her head back and letting the water run through her hair. She watched the bubbles rinse out, then gave a strangled cry and collapsed on the shower floor. She raised her head, breathing hard. Her eyes began to glow red, casting an eerie reflection on the tile. The glow dimmed, flared briefly, then faded away entirely. Auraliana stared at her hands, watching as they flickered between blood red and her normal skin tone. Then she smiled and stood up, slowly rinsing the rest of the shampoo out of her hair.