She loved this place

Dark damp secluded

One entrance one exit no escape

The alley behind the blood bank

Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar

Quiet and cool away from the crowd

Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights hurting her eyes
piercing her translucent skin

For the perfect price and promise of passion, they always followed
melting into her welcoming arms and darkness

Willing to give, willing to feed
her aching hunger

Soft moans from dark shadows

A whimper, a hush and a trance to forget.