Wandering along the city’s darkened streets, Vaas stumbled every now and then as if drunk, all for the benefit of the female vampire tailing him. He wasn’t that far ahead of her, but her sex and the alluring scent of her blood were unmistakable. Smiling within his cowl, he anticipated with delight how succulent she would be.<br/><br/>Vaas stopped for a moment to lean against the corner of a brick building, as he gazed down a midnight-black alley. His superior Reaper vision (though the vampire could see just as well in the darkness) revealed nothing alive. And when he was done with her, that fact would remain so. As he pretended to be in dire need of regaining his balance and sense of direction, the vampire closed in on his position with an unnatural swiftness.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she was standing right next to him, close enough to whisper in his ear about an offer for a blowjob or something. Smiling weakly at her, his response appeared to be all the encouragement she needed, as she guided him deeper into the alley. About midway, she stopped and propped him up against the wall. With a flick of her head, her long, raven-black hair ended up over her left shoulder, as she looked like she would soon drop to her knees. Instead, she forcefully placed both hands on the brick wall, on either side of his head. It was then she bared her lethal fangs, obviously taking her time to feed on him, as if she was playing with her prey. So much for that blowjob, he lamented.<br/><br/>As his expression remained calm and collected, it was then that he noticed a sense of doubt dance in her eyes. Whether she detected danger at the lack of fear on his part was arguable at best. She lunged for his throat nonetheless. Vaas clamped both hands on her wrists and held her there. Now he clearly saw the fear in her eyes increase, as she thrashed to and fro with no success of freedom. She was probably wondering right about now of how a drunk human could be stronger than her. The vampire showed her fangs again, as if this would be enough to grant her release.<br/><br/>The Reaper tilted his head back and up, until his hood slid off of it. He slowly lowered his head, until his steely gaze met hers. It was now his turn to play with his prey. She must have known something was not right. Her struggle lacked true intensity, and her mouth closed where only the tips of her fangs were visible. But still, she did try. At this, he appreciated and respected her effort.<br/><br/>A dark line soon appeared in the middle of his chin, and as it increased in intensity and spread down his throat, his bifurcated lower jaw finally opened. This revealed a pair of fangs that contained a paralytic neurotoxin that immobilized his victim. A proboscis-like tongue also splayed outward. The tongue would anchor itself to the target, while he fed. She recoiled in horror at the sight of all this, but of course, lacked the strength to escape.<br/><br/>The female vampire must have somehow known her demise was nigh, as she offered little to no resistance. Not like before, anyway. Vaas found this to be somewhat disappointing, but he fed on her sweet, sweet blood nevertheless. She gasped a few times as he drank, and when he was finally done, he gently lowered her to the ground, watching over her lifeless form. A minute or so later, the tell-tale dark line appeared on her chin, and as it made its way down her throat, Vaas in one fluid motion drew his short sword from its scabbard on his back and sliced her head clean off. Her eyes blinked a few times as she stared at him, as if to ask, “Did you really need to do that?!” With his short sword back in its sheath, he spun on his heels to leave the alley. The vampire-turned-Reaper would be nothing but a pile of ashes once the morning sun shone on her body and severed head.