AC - 10/11

She was born for terrible things. From the moment she was born, Rae had grown used to being told that she was used to being told that she was worthless, that all she did was ruin and destroy. The dark-haired girl never cared much for the words nor did she allow any of them to truly break through her already thick skin. She embraced the monster that she was painted as, reveling within the looks on the faces of anyone and everyone that looked down upon her as she acted in the way that their minds concocted. Since escaping from the asylum, Raven lived her best life. Without anyone to 'control' her, she prowled the world and unleashed the constraints that her life had been riddled with. Her blood thirst was among the things that made her a monster in the eyes of anyone who came across her path. Typically, she could control it. It was on the days that she had gone weeks without a taste that she really becomes her worst demons.

Living in a big city filled with people wasn't something she particularly imagined for herself. Rae was sociable enough, but preferred to stick to herself because she knew that all people were sh*t in the right circumstances. The only reason she chose to live some time in New York City was because she knew she would have an ample supply of fresh blood whenever she needed it. Only problem was, being free for the first time in her life made her elate with newfound control and power. Playing things careful wasn't nearly as fun as going all out so, she decided to indulge herself.

After a night of heavy drinking, the raven-haired woman found a male suitor interested in what she had to offer. He purchased her drinks all night, no doubt hoping to get into her pants. Rae played along, flirting here and there before promising him that she would go home with him. The man was beside himself, the excitement that had splashed upon his face almost sickening. He paid off the tab and brought her home, his heated lips peppering her throat the moment the door closed behind them. Large hands groped about her body as his mouth trailed up her throat to kiss her lips, a kiss that was short-lived as he yelped and ripped himself back. As he did, Rae's mouth pulled into a small devilish smile,her lips freshly painted with his blood. He dabbed at his lower lip with his forefinger, shock etched heavily upon his features as he looked down and noticed that she had bit him. "What? You don't like to play rough?" She inquired, voice smooth as velvet as she sauntered closer to him.

Her hand flattened out on his chest as she pushed him back, allowing him to fall down into the couch directly behind him. The expression on his face still showed shock, perhaps even a little fear as he attempted to try and tell her that he didn't like playing rough. Raven ignored his words, crawling on top of him and settling into his lap, each of her legs now hugging his torso tightly as she flashed a pearly white smile. "It's a good thing you don't get a say." She hummed, and without warning her fingers tangled into his blond hair, ripping his head to the side before she chomped down into his throat. The blood-curdling scream that ripped from his mouth made her heart flutter, free hand slapping over his mouth to shush him only so that the neighbors didn't call for help. Raven was ravenous, chomping down rather than just suckling from the wound until she could feel the crunch of tendons, hot warm blood gushing like a gyser over them both. The man died in seconds... but she left him only after there was nothing left for her to enjoy...