Vincent stood on the roof of an abandoned apartment building, surveying the streets below. He was starting to grow tired of his male captive that he had dragged off a year ago. His blood had started to taste bitter and stale, and Vincent was finding that it was making his stomach churn. Better to kill the kid than to continue using him. But first, he had to find a new 'toy'. That's when he saw her. She was walking alone down the sidewalk, with this assertive gait that made her look confident. There was something about that girl that drew him towards her. Yes, she would do nicely. Vincent jumped down in to the alley, waiting for his prey to come closer. He was starting to feel impatient. He had to have her. Moments later, she walked by the alley, oblivious of what was about to happen to her. He swooped in behind her, his left arm wrapping around her waist while his right hand covered her mouth, stifling any attempts that she might make at screaming. "Hello, pretty. You're coming with me," he whispered in her ear. He dragged her back in to the alley, smiling at her attempts to break free of his grasp.