She glanced out into the crowd as she sang her number, crossing her legs elegantly as she sat on the stool, exposing her perfect legs as her long dark red nails caressed the microphone.

As she searched the crowd, her eyes landed on a man, stout, wearing suit and tie and trench coat, sitting alone, not too far from her. His eyes were completely fixated on her, from her hooded almond shaped eyes to her dark full ruby lips. He’s the one, she thought.

She continued singing, with perfect smooth rhythm as she moaned that last note with such affection that was rare nowadays. As the music ended, the men cheered and gave her a standing ovation. She stood gracefully and bowed to each side of the audience.

As she exited the stage and walked toward the club’s exit, her hand brushed lightly against the man’s coat, slipping him a note that read, meet me outside in 10.

The man looked back at her and she winked. Ten minutes later, she stood wearing her 1920’s hat in her maroon woolen coat over her red dress outside the club, waiting for the valet to bring her car forward. “Y-you were great.” He who she slipped a note stammered.

“Why, thank you.” She said in her deep soulful voice.

“Do you do this for fun?” He asked.

“Oh no, a girl never sings for fun.” She leaned forward and said quietly, “If a girl sings for fun, that proves she’s not confident enough to show herself to the world.”

His eyebrow arched, “Oh?”

Just then the valet pulled up, opened the driver side door and walked around, “Your car, ma’am.” He said and got back to his post.

“Can I give you a ride?” She asked walking slowly to the driver side.

“Oh, no, I just live up a few blocks. My wife and kids are probably waiting for me.”

“Oh, you’re married.” Her voice pitched, surprised.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like you and all but maybe some other time.” He tipped his hat and began to walk away.

“Oh come on, at least let me save you the trouble of walking alone on the streets. You don’t know what kind of demons is lurking about at night.”

He placed his hand on top of his hat and looked down the street, “All right and it’s because of the unknown demons, I will accept your ride.” He smiled and stepped into the passenger side of her 1960’s Chrysler and slammed the door. She smiled and started up the car. “Just-uh turn around and turn left at the light.” He said.

She did as she was told but she missed the next turn on purpose. “Um, you missed the turn.” He said and she ignored him, she stepped on the gas and sped through the intersections.

Fifteen minutes later, they ended up in a dead end, a large cinder block and chain link fence before them. She stopped and turned off the engine. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” Before he could say anything, she pressed her lip onto his for a few seconds and let go. “You were saying?”

He blinked twice, “I for-got.” He said slowly before she hungrily began caressing her lips against his neck as he leaned his head back, every thought in his mind washed away by her affection.

As she caressed a few seconds longer, she caught him unaware and then she struck. He grew rigid as she sank her teeth into the side of his neck, quickly depleting his blood. Men like him are not worthy to live in this world, she thought. A few seconds longer and a few gasps later, his eyes were wide open and he was completely still. She let go and looked out the windshield of the car.

For a few minutes, her eyes glowed red and blood dripped from her lips. She grinned. She may have a soulful voice but in truth, she was the soulless demon who’s been plaguing the city.