"I had to kill her," Simeon said. "She was a horrible person."

He spoke those words into the dark night. It was as if he were trying to convince someone that the woman had been a deserving prey, but there was nobody there with him on the cliff overlooking the river below him. The person he was trying so hard to convince was himself and himself alone.

Simeon looked up into the night sky at the stars hanging there. They seemed to have lost their twinkle, their brightness. Just hours before they had shone bright like thousands of tiny lights in the sky, shining their brilliant eyes on the land as they looked down. Even the moon, which had been a crescent shape most of the night, dipped itself out of sight behind the ever-increasing black clouds that were rolling in from the west. As he looked upward two single blood tears trailed down his pale face leaving streaks of garnet in their wake.

Simeon’s long silver hair blew in the wind, whipping around his face and shoulders as the wind began to pick up. His crystal green eyes glowed in the darkness like two green lanterns. His nose was thin and rounded softly at the tip while his lips were thin and purple. They easily stood out on his pale face.

He closed his eyes and dipped his head down as if he were looking down at the river below in the gully. Instead he was looking back into his past, feeling every agonizing moment he had lived and remembering how he had come to kill the bitch in the first place.

She was filthy. Not a dirty, grimy, sweaty type of filthy, but a slutty, nasty, type of filthy. She was the type of filthy that horny men with a few extra bucks would enjoy wallowing in. She was the type of filthy that a good woman despised because she could fulfill their husband’s fantasies and do the nasty things to them that their wives couldn’t or wouldn’t do. Oh, she was filthy.

As a prostitute Diane thought she was a special gift given to men who wanted the wicked things done to them. You want whips? She’ll do that. Oral pleasures? No problem. Hell, for a little extra she would swallow. For the right amount and for the right customer she would even take a beating. But, only for the special ones..

Diane would do other things also. If sex wasn’t what they wanted, then so be it. But if sex with her isn’t what the customer wanted then she had a problem with that. A big problem.

Simeon watched her, had been watching her for quite some time. He had watched Diane use her mouth and her body to pleasure men and make her money. He had also watched Diane kill six men who didn’t want her once the clothes had come off. The anger had flashed in her eyes each time. And each time she beat the men with her ring studded fingers and her high-heeled shoes. Then she pulled out her knife. It was a six inch butterfly that she was able to open with a snap of her wrist. Each of her victims had been stabbed dozen or more times. For good measure Diane sliced off their manhood, testicles and all. She would leave the bodies wherever she killed them and go about her business of finding another trick to please.

The insult would come later, once Diane’s bed rocking was finished and she was home for the night. She would bring out the Jewels of the man and give new meaning to the term "eat me."

Simeon had watched in disgust as she became a man-eater on several occasions. To a normal man it might have made him cringe or even throw up at the sight of it. Simeon was not a normal man and he had seen things much, much worse. To be honest with himself, Simeon had to admit that he was not much better than Diane. Wasn’t it flesh that he sought out when hunger came calling?

Tonight, however, was Diane’s night. She had bedded half-a-dozen customers and done everything asked of her and then some. She had also killed victim number seven in an amazing fit of rage. He had been the worse yet. He had laughed at her and told her "hell no." Her temper flared beyond any point it had ever been and she had sucker punched him behind the ear. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. When he awoke she was straddling him. Diane was nude from head to toe and the guy felt a hot sticky fluid between his legs. Immediately he knew he was inside of her. He thought he, a man, had been raped by a woman. If he had been there was nothing he could do about it. He was roped by the wrists and ankles to the bedposts in the man’s bedroom. He tried to pull free, but was unable to. Diane had made sure he wouldn’t be able to get away.

"You’re raping me," he said to her, trying to sound like a man and not a frightened child.

"No," she purred in a sexy voice and with a sly smile. "I’ve already done that."

"What?" he asked. He was in disbelief of what she had just said to him.

"You heard me," she answered. She was still smiling. "Now, I’m going to eat you."

Normally, the man would have smiled at the thought of a woman going down on him. Instead, he cringed at the thought of this woman’s mouth anywhere near him.

Diane reached behind her. She lifted her body off of him just enough so she could touch his testicles but keep him inside of her. There was a movement with her hands and a slight metal on metal sound. Then there was pain for the man as the blade of the knife slit him open.

He screamed at the intense pain. For a moment he felt as if he were going to throw up and pass out. He did neither. He screamed louder as Diane raised one bloodied hand to her face. In it was one of the man’s testicles. She put it in her mouth and bit down. There was a loud, wet popping noise. Diane began to chew the testicle as the man screamed louder.

As Diane began to eat the second testicle she pulled the knife from behind her back. The man screamed louder as he saw Diane raise the knife above her head. His screams began to taper off into gurgling groans as she repeatedly stabbed him until, finally, he was dead.

Slowly, Diane slid the dead man out of her and lifted herself off of him. She took the knife and sliced off what remained of the man’s dick and then began to eat the raw meat. .

When she was finished Diane took a long, hot shower in the man’s bathtub, washing his blood off of her body. She dressed herself in her black leather skirt that barely covered her ass and her blue top. She slipped her black fish net hose on up to her thighs. She bent down and picked up the white silk panties she had been wearing. She dipped them into the blood of the man’s crotch then slipped them on. The wetness of the man’s cooling blood felt good between her legs and filled her with an exhilarating ecstasy. Diane slid into her heels and slipped out of the man’s home, taking with her a large sum of cash she had found that she felt he would not be needing anymore.

Simeon stared at Diane from his dark corner. He had waited for her to get back to her familiar stomping grounds before he decided to approach her.

The green orbs that were his eyes seemed to be glowing in the darkness that surrounded him. He watched her with those bright eyes as she walked toward him. Diane was not paying attention to anything but the street and her potential next customer. She wasn’t looking in the shadows at what could be lurking there. This left her vulnerable to Simeon just reaching out and snatching her, killing her and taking her head away. It would have been so easy.

Not for her, Simeon thought as a trace of a smile creased his lips. It was something that rarely happened-a smile-but it was there, even as ever so slightly as it was. It was there. Simeon wanted her to feel fear. Fear for what she had done to the man earlier. And at this his smile grew a little wider.

As the thought of the poor man surfaced in his mind Simeon felt his fear rippled through him. The man, Danny Mitchell was his name, was in tremendous fear. He had been an average size guy but was still smaller than Diane who was far from an average size woman. Light brown hair covered his head but was not kept up. A mustache of the same color sat above his lip. Light brown eyes were what he saw with.

All he wanted was some sex. It didn’t even have to be good as long as it was sex with a woman and not with his own hand and a Penthouse magazine. Diane had approached him in the dark of the night, obscuring her looks the way she always did. Danny hadn’t expected what he had gotten himself into. Diane disrobed and tried to walk over to him in that sexy, seductive way only women could. Danny had laughed. He had found it hard to contain his laughter and just let it out.

The rest, as they say, was history, and Danny lay in his bed, stabbed to death and nutless. At least his last moments were spent with a woman and not with his palm.

Simeon stepped from his shadows among the buildings and began to walk toward Diane. She looked up and saw him standing there. He wore jeans with gray cowboy boots on his feet. A white button up shirt covered his arms.

Diane smiled.

"Come with me," Simeon said. His voice was smooth and powerful.

"You want me?" she asked as a teasing smile began to appear on her face.

"More than you could ever imagine," Simeon responded.

"It’ll cost yah."

Simeon reached into his pocket and pulled out several hundred-dollar bills. He tossed them in the air and watched them as they fluttered downward toward the ground.

Diane reached out with one of her meaty hands and caught one of the bills. She looked at it for a long time. It was real. Bending down she started scooping the remaining bills off of the ground. As she did so Simeon turned and began to walk off.

"Now, come with me," he said as he left her on her hands and knees picking up the money.

"Oh, most certainly," Diane said as she stood. She followed after his as he walked away.

Simeon stopped in a back alley. It was the same one he had been watching Diane from for all this time. Diane stopped in front of the alleyway and peered in.

"Come on," Simeon said.

Diane continued to look into the alley. She could see Simeon’s green eyes. They looked as if they were ablaze with green flames. She was hesitant at first; not sure she wanted to go into the dark between the two buildings. What if this man was a murderer? She had often seen on the news or read in the paper of a prostitute being murdered when she wasn’t careful. Then she remembered the money he had tossed into the air as if it were nothing. She looked in her hands at the two fist fulls of bills. The man obviously had money to burn-or to screw away.

It may have been the money that spurned her on into the darkness. Diane didn’t believe so. She thought it was something else. Maybe the money caused the something else. That was quite possible, Diane thought. She didn’t care. She didn’t care at all. It was all because for the first time in many years she felt a yearning, a tingling desire that began to rise up between her thighs. The tingling gave way to heat and the heat gave way to a moistness that she had never gotten until touched by a man or herself. Diane knew then that the man wouldn’t have to pay her a dime. She also knew, somehow, that her life would never be the same again.

She felt the hesitation run out of her as she took her first step into the darkness. As she did so she began to pull her top off exposing the creamy white of her skin. She dropped her top one the concrete and continued forward. She slid the black skirt off of her ample hips as she had done so many other times before. As she tucked her fingers on the inside strap of her panties Simeon stopped her.

"Not yet," he said.

Simeon had seen what Diane looked like before-many times before while stalking her in the night. He knew exactly how she looked from her almost transparent white skin and it’s many rolls to her faded green eyes and wavy shoulder length, red hair. He knew she wore too much make-up and bore a scar on her left shoulder from surgery she had when she was in college. Simeon also knew that the sparse hairs below her waist matched those bright red ones on her head and he had no desires to see anymore of her up close than he had to.

For a moment he felt great pity for her. Pity for how lonely she was and how she made her living on her back, most of the time in the dark so her customers wouldn’t have to see how she looked out of the slut outfits she wore. He felt pity for her false securities that she told herself was her best qualities. All of which revolved around sex and the money she received for it.

Then a strong disdain for Diane came over him as he thought of her victims, the ones who had turned her away. Or, tried to. She killed them mercilessly and then cut off their most prized possessions. Eating their manhood was the ultimate insult she added to the injuries of their murders. They had been unsuspecting victims to her rage, just as she was about to become one to his hunger.

Diane pulled her hands from the strap of her panties and smiled.

"Hmm. . . A tease, are you?" she cooed as she stepped further into the darkness of the alley.

"You’ll see," Simeon said softly, almost seductively. He was smiling, exposing his white teeth, though Diane could not see them.

Once she was completely in the dark Simeon moved in on Diane. He pinned her to the wall. One hand moved to one of her large, sagging breasts and he began to squeeze.

The cool of the wall didn’t bother Diane much. The cold of Simeon’s hand startled her as his touch not only made the nipple erect but also chilled her to the bone. Though his hand was cold his touch was hot, sensual and rough-in a good way. She moaned loudly.

Simeon knew she was going to be an easy kill. He knew he had her almost to the brink of ecstasy and had only grabbed one of her breasts. He didn’t want to lose her by going ahead and taking her, or trying to take her. Instead he moved his lips over hers and kissed her. She moaned again. He moved from her lips to her cheek to her chin. Down her chin and to her neck he kissed. Then he stopped.

"No, don’t stop!" Diane cried out. "Please, don’t stop!"

"Are you sure?" Simeon asked as he breathed his cool dead breath on her throat. Another wave of pleasurable chills rippled through Diane’s body and swam on her skin.

"Oh, yes!" Diane moaned. "I’m positive."

She had wrapped her arms around him and had been steadily trying to untuck his shirt.

"If you insist."

"I do! I do!"

Simeon’s eyes began to burn, their emerald green glowing in the dark. His face twitched and his teeth began to grow long with his canines becoming sharper and longer than the rest. He let out a growl-a long, animalistic growl.

Diane’s eyes snapped open. In the dark she reached for Simeon’s hair and pulled on it. She was suddenly filled with great fear. When she saw Simeon’s eyes she screamed.

"No! Stop!" She yelled, hysterically.

"But, I thought you wanted me," Simeon said, his voice deep and throaty.

Simeon smiled. He then released her. Diane started for the mouth of the alley. When she reached it she froze. Simeon’s bone cold hand had grabbed her white silk panties with Danny’s blood smeared on the crotch. She felt it tighten in the front and then loosen as the band was snipped by Simeon’s fingernails. When the pressure around her waist eased and then was gone she began to run.

In cat-like swiftness Simeon had grabbed her by the elbow. He spun her around and looked at her. Diane began to scream as she saw Simeon’s distorted and monstrous face. Simeon covered her mouth with one cold hand and then shook his head at her.

All thought of a sexual experience Diane had was gone. The heat and wetness between her thighs was gone. All of it replaced by fear.

Simeon pulled her into the darkness and once again he pinned her to the cool wall. His hand rose to her breast and he squeezed it again. He sank his fingernails into the meaty flesh of it, drawing blood. Then he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue on her throat.

Diane screamed a muffled scream as Simeon held her mouth with the one hand. He bared his teeth and lowered his head. Simeon felt the smooth skin of Diane’s throat give way and tasted the adrenaline-laced blood as it began to flow into his mouth. He held Diane tightly as she tensed up under him. There was a soft suckling noise for several minutes. Finally Diane’s body became less tense and she began to sag in Simeon’s arms.

When Simeon was done with his meal he continued to hold Diane up. He pulled away from her and looked at her lifeless body. He thought about leaving her in the dark alley. Then he thought she might have some blood left and thought better of it. Simeon took Diane by the hair and held her up. With a clean swipe of his hand Diane’s body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Her head remained in Simeon’s hand. He turned and walked out of the alley, leaving Diane’s forever-dead body lying in the filth of the ground there.

Simeon stood on the edge of the cliff. The rain began to fall from the black clouds overhead. Lightening whipped the sky and it cried out its thunderous moans. The wind was beginning to pick up, blowing the rain into a slant and blowing Simeon’s white hair all around his head and shoulders. The rain began to soak into Simeon’s blood stained shirt, blending with the crimson red there. The rain ran down his body, ran down his arms and into the red hair of Diane’s severed head.

Simeon raised Diane’s head to the sky. Her mouth was hanging open in a silent scream. Her eyes were also open but held a glassy look in them. The rain pelted her face, streaking her make up and running down her cheeks as if they were tears.

In the distance Simeon could hear the flapping wings approaching. He turned his head to his right. There he saw them coming toward him. Their bodies were small silhouettes against the sky and there were thousands of them. He smiled as they neared. Simeon dropped his arm back to his side. As the bats grew nearer and nearer to him with each flap of their wings he bent his knees a little. Rearing back he then threw Diane’s severed head into the air.