::Double Standards:: -- Main Street

Fluid movement was a part of life… everything in perpetual movement. The city was lit well, the warmth of night making things sticky. I moved confidently through the well lit night, scanning the passers-by with little interest. A few caught my attention, other shifters, vamps, the unhuman of the human world. I narrowed my eyes as a male vamp stepped into my path, and smirked. What he wanted was anyone’s guess. I halted, and cocked a hip, hand resting just above the hem of my slow slung jeans. “Yes..?” The question came out as a purr, and I stepped in closer, moving in a sultry half-wiggle. He eyed me up with a lascivious sneer and spoke, his words carefully formed around his fangs. “You look lost… perhaps I can help?” I rolled my eyes, and stepped around him smoothly. “Keep dreaming fang-face… You’re not who I’m looking for.” He didn’t have the taste of a master, there was no real kick to his power, and he hadn’t been able to be-spell me with his eyes, or make me melt at the sound of his voice. I was on the hunt for bigger fish tonight.