Vannessa relaxed slightly, leaning her head back against the scratched and grimy glass window behind her.  The subway was quiet, thank God.  New York City might be the city that never slept, but the car she sat in was completely empty.  The lights flickered as the subway jostled and Vannessa sighed.  /They really should make these things safer...fucking death traps/, she thought, smirking to herself.  As if dying mattered.  She was already dead, after all.<br/><br/>Vannessa would have loved nothing more than to stay on this subway indefinetly.  She loved the noise, the way it shook and jostled, the darkness, like you were hurtling through space and nothing could stop you.  But of course, she couldn't.  She had buisness to finish, and it would be daybreak soon.  She stood as the subway slowed to a stop and the doors slid open.