MIRROR: Download from MEGA Asukiâ€™s eyes opened, she sat up yawning, the sun had just set. She smiled, her lips moving up to form from cheek to cheek. The nightlife of parties and clubs begins. She hopped out of bed, stretching like a cat, her black hair going down to her taut bum. She was in nothing but panties and a bra, pink both in a color. She cracked her neck and gave another cheerful smile, it felt good, the joints popping, one of her favored feelings her body could provide still. The cool air of the apartment caressed her skin, causing a small sigh and giggle from her lips, pink as her under garments. Her red eyes peered out as she blinked and surveyed the room, looking for anything that might be out of place, perfect. She stretched some more, her pale skin seeming to move like liquid milk, the smoothness soft as silk. She giggled again, the A/C of the building kicking on. She finished stretching and walked to her bathroom, looking into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face staring back. She smiled, slowly, her fangs coming into sight seductively, even the monster part of her was sexy. She traced the outline of her face on the mirror with her finger, tilting her head as if seeing herself for the first time. Her white nail leaving small scratches on the mirror but nothing too noticeable by the human eye. She sighed, undoing her bra and throwing it into the closet with a pile of clothes. She took her panties off as well turning the water on in the shower, nice and warm. She let it run a minute, then stepped in, the steam rising into her nostrils, filling her lungs, her hair wetting and sticking to her slim figure. She rotated her head, pulling her hair to her front, letting it cascade down one shoulder, over one of her fine breasts. She giggled, remembering last nightâ€™s meal. All he had been staring at were her breasts, imagining her pink buds and wanting to lick and suck them. Amazing the human male, such an easily seduced creature, easily played and easily fed off. She rotated her head, letting the water pellets hit her neck and spine, sending small shivers of delight through her frame. She threw her hair back behind her and ran her fingers through the fine strands, perfect in every way. She stepped out after a nice thirty minute shower, it was one of her favorite things to do, nice and warm, and it made her feel so good. She ran her fingers through her hair again, stepping from her bathroom, she went to the dresser drawers opposite the only window in her small home. As she opened the drawer, time seemed to freeze, the sound of movement behind her from the window. She whipped her head around, nothingâ€¦ She put on a bra and went to the window, opening it and peering down, empty alley. She thought a moment, was she hearing things? Maybeâ€¦ butâ€¦ naw, just ignore it girl. She smirked, closing the window and grabbing some panties, slipping them along her slender legs. She finally got finished dressing, putting on some make-up so she didnâ€™t look so pale, some eyeliner, lipstick, a little glitter around her eyes, perfect. She finished and went to her door, stopping, breathing? She quickly opened the door and looked up and down the hallway, no one. She had a look of doubt, but ignored it, she was really losing itâ€¦ could she lose it? She shrugged her shoulders and headed downstairs. The party Asuki arrived at Club Azure, the lights flashing all around, DJ up in front, scratching the discs, doing his own thing before putting on some music actually worth dancing to. She took in a breath, letting it out slowly, the smell of ecstasy, sex, drugs, sweat, blood, hair gel, smoke, the smells she craved. She started in, a delightful smirk on her face as she walked around, watching as each man seemed to ignore their girlfriends and just stare, some werenâ€™t as affected, but that didnâ€™t bother her, no man could just ignore her, they at least gave a glance or two. Her leather jeans seeming to outline her body, the dark navy blue looking black in the dim light, her black tank with the heartagram of HIM on it in metallic silver. She sat at the bar, putting her elbows on the counter as she sat facing the dance floor. She smiled calmly, what most men enjoyed, a girl that knew where and what she was doing. Finally, a bold one came forth, at least he tried to look brave. He came up the small incline ramp that led to the bar. â€œHeyâ€¦â€ He said, she could tell, he meant to add the â€œbabeâ€ part, but he grew nervous. His buddies were in the corner laughing at him, drunk bastards. Sheâ€™d let him get a little, but he wasnâ€™t the meal she wanted. â€œHeyâ€¦â€ She said back, turning to him slowly, smirking. In the flashing lights, she was able to smile without worrying about her fangs, they could be a light trick on the eyes. His slicked back brown hair, it smelled of heavy gel and oil, his mouth of light alcohol, his body of need and sweat. â€œUmâ€¦ I was wondering if youâ€¦â€ He started, twice as nervous as before, she gave a wider smirk. â€œWanted to dance?â€ She said, and almost as if on cue, a rave song came on, the colored lights went off and the strobe lights came on, â€œSure.â€ She said, standing up and taking his hand as she led him on. She caught a glance of the guys in the corner, they were dumbfounded, a third one was fuming jealous, â€˜What you bastards get.â€™ She thought mentally, giggling, too light for anyone to hear over the starting music. It was one she enjoyed one sheâ€™d heard before, it was called Zombie Nation, quite an interesting name considering what she was. She whipped around, pulling her hand away and looking up at him seductively, and starting to sway her hips. He tried, and wasnâ€™t too bad, but he was really nervous now, like really, really nervous, it was almost funny. She snuck some lasers off a guy from his back pocket and started to sway her arms around in perfect motion, the look of design and art in her movements as she let her body work. The man stopped and just stared as she drew him into amazement. She decided to slow down, she was probably going too fast, she hoped he didnâ€™t notice too much.