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The girl with red hair walked down the darkened city streets.  The stars were blocked out by the streetlamps, and a great, yellow moon reflected in dirty puddles on the road.  The night was silent; even the crickets seemed to hold their breath.  A light wind blew to her nostrils the scent of old rain.  Her hair was still damp.
Grief was forgotten in her red eyes, replaced only by fury.  She parted her lips slightly, allowing room for her canines to grow into long, dangerous points.  Soon she told herself.
Only a few people passed her, and she hid her form from them, as only the vampire can.  One sensed her presence by a prickling on the back of his neck, causing him to quicken his pace, stricken with a sudden, unexplained panic that he would later reprimand himself for feeling.
Rounding a corner, she came to what she had been looking for: a run-down apartment.  As she began to climb the cement steps, a siren wailed behind her.  She whirled around, cloaking her figure, just in time to see several police cars careen down the street.  She relaxed slightly when they passed and climbed the rest of the way up the steps.  The rotting wood of the front door was covered in peeling, black paint.  With one kick from her powerful legs she knocked the door in, rending the still air with the final screech of its rusted hinges.
Junkies and rats scattered into nearby rooms.  One sat in a heroin daze, gazing stupidly at her.  He began to laugh insanely, and, annoyed, the girl walked up to him and kicked him lazily in the face, silencing him.  He crumpled noiselessly to the floor.  Without a backward glance, she crossed the hall to the stairwell, her black boots crunching on pills and old rat bones.  She looked up and saw that the door to the roof was open, and a grim smile crossed her face.  Perfect, she thought.
It didn’t take her long to reach the top, and when she did she stepped lightly out into a gravelly field of rusting, corroded air vents.  She looked over to the edge and saw Him, staring off into the night.  His sandy-brown hair lifted slightly in the wind, carrying to her His scent, mixed with the blood of another.  Her anger boiled over now, at the smell of him.  His smell that she had once thought to be so beautiful, now betrayed of its horridness by the smell of that blood.  Without another thought in her mind besides her revenge, she walked quickly to Him.  In one movement, her pale arms shot out from her sides and gripped His head.  Twisting it sharply, she smiled again as the sound of His spinal chord snapping whipped through the cold, night air.  All life stopped within Him, and He fell much like the junkie in the apartment hallway.  Looking up to the moon, she held the white orb in her gaze for a long time.  Then a polluted cloud shifted in front of it, leaving her eyes in darkness.  She turned and walked to the door, leaving Him in a crumpled heap.

Description
The girl with red hair walked down the darkened city streets.  The stars were blocked out by the streetlamps, and a great, yellow moon reflected in dirty puddles on the road.  The night was silent; even the crickets seemed to hold their breath.  A light wind blew to her nostrils the scent of old rain.  Her hair was still damp.
Grief was forgotten in her red eyes, replaced only by fury.  She parted her lips slightly, allowing room for her canines to grow into long, dangerous points.  Soon she told herself.
Only a few people passed her, and she hid her form from them, as only the vampire can.  One sensed her presence by a prickling on the back of his neck, causing him to quicken his pace, stricken with a sudden, unexplained panic that he would later reprimand himself for feeling.
Rounding a corner, she came to what she had been looking for: a run-down apartment.  As she began to climb the cement steps, a siren wailed behind her.  She whirled around, cloaking her figure, just in time to see several police cars careen down the street.  She relaxed slightly when they passed and climbed the rest of the way up the steps.  The rotting wood of the front door was covered in peeling, black paint.  With one kick from her powerful legs she knocked the door in, rending the still air with the final screech of its rusted hinges.
Junkies and rats scattered into nearby rooms.  One sat in a heroin daze, gazing stupidly at her.  He began to laugh insanely, and, annoyed, the girl walked up to him and kicked him lazily in the face, silencing him.  He crumpled noiselessly to the floor.  Without a backward glance, she crossed the hall to the stairwell, her black boots crunching on pills and old rat bones.  She looked up and saw that the door to the roof was open, and a grim smile crossed her face.  Perfect, she thought.
It didn’t take her long to reach the top, and when she did she stepped lightly out into a gravelly field of rusting, corroded air vents.  She looked over to the edge and saw Him, staring off into the night.  His sandy-brown hair lifted slightly in the wind, carrying to her His scent, mixed with the blood of another.  Her anger boiled over now, at the smell of him.  His smell that she had once thought to be so beautiful, now betrayed of its horridness by the smell of that blood.  Without another thought in her mind besides her revenge, she walked quickly to Him.  In one movement, her pale arms shot out from her sides and gripped His head.  Twisting it sharply, she smiled again as the sound of His spinal chord snapping whipped through the cold, night air.  All life stopped within Him, and He fell much like the junkie in the apartment hallway.  Looking up to the moon, she held the white orb in her gaze for a long time.  Then a polluted cloud shifted in front of it, leaving her eyes in darkness.  She turned and walked to the door, leaving Him in a crumpled heap.