Micaela’s shift was starting soon. She wasn’t sure if she should wear the black and red t-shirt with the leather sleeves tonight or to keep it light. She looked at the long-sleeved white button down with her black vest and put her hand on her chin. She stood five foot five. Her hair is black as a raven’s. Beautiful dark brown eyes, olive skin and medium build. Her culture was a mix of Latina and African-American. You couldn’t resist her if you wanted to.

She walked over to the large bay window and looked down towards the street. She let her head lay gently on the tainted glass and as she did this, one of the curls fell on her forehead. She paused in thought. There was a rumble growing inside her stomach. She wanted that taste in her mouth. She wanted that familiar breath against her skin. She wanted soft, wet kisses while she groped on her meal.

She turned around and fastened her sports bra and started to look for a belt. The black and red was the choice for the night as she proceeded to put her bandanna around her head. She bounced on the bed and laced up her tims. She suddenly noticed a droplet of blood near one of the loopholes. (How did that get here?) She let her mind wander. She couldn’t recall when the last time was, she wore the tan classics, but she figured she might as well rock them. The outfit was almost complete, and she glanced at her watch. Damn. She was running late. She walked over to the chest of drawers and put on her diamond-encrusted ring and gold link bracelet. She sprayed on a little Tom Ford* cologne and made one last check around the apartment. She fixed her jeans and brushed them off a bit. She looked herself over. No plans to bring anything back tonight, she whispered to herself as she closed the door.

She called for the elevator. She had no particular taste in mind tonight. She guessed she would know what she wanted once it presented itself.

The elevator doors opened to the underground garage and she saw her baby. She did a quick once over around the yellow beast while it was warming up. She jumped in her ride with a sudden rush of anticipation. The first call came in and responded. It was uptown. She didn’t usually like what that part of town provided, but at this point the hunger was so strong she was keeping an open mind. She didn’t drive at mad speed across town. She took her time. Her fare would be there. She came to a stoplight and Micaela licked her lips with an intense desire to hunt. It was the first time tonight the hunger presented itself. Micaela finally arrived at the address called in. It was a private residence, and the fare was a Caucasian couple. A male and a female. They were dressed as if they were headed to a party. They entered the cab and instructed Micaela where to take them. They made small talk. They asked Micaela if she felt safe doing her job. She giggled and replied,

“I haven’t had any bad experiences yet.” (If only they knew…) She thought to herself.

They went on talking amongst themselves. Micaela could smell the liquor seething through their skin. She wasn’t remotely interested in a threesome tonight. Still, the hunger would not subside. Eventually, they arrived at the couple’s destination. As the female exited, the male reached over the seat and paid Micaela. He thanked her for the pleasant ride and decent convo. It showed in the tip. The gentleman closed the door.

Micaela sat with the motor running putting her fare inside her wallet when suddenly there was a knock as on the window. Micaela looked around and put her finger on the window button.

There she was. Her hair was flowing in the wind. Micaela took in a huge gulp of air and was instantly aroused. Her nipples became hard. She was dumbfounded by how she captivated she was from the smell this human was giving off.

“Where you headed?” Micaela barely uttered.

“Brooklyn”

“At this time of night? I don’t usually go into Brooklyn after eight sweetie. But you look harmless.”

“Thank you so much. I promise I won’t be a problem.”

The voice behind the vanilla-skinned beauty was soft and low, Micaela found it hard to focus on her next train of thought.

Micaela watched the enchanting girl enter her cab. As she sat down, it was like watching her move in slow. Micaela asked for the address. Every time the beauty spoke, Micaela got wetter.

Micaela put the car in drive and looked in her rear-view mirror. Micaela was headed to Brooklyn with her fangs slowly exposing themselves.