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I get it. The World is better off without him.”
    “It is,” Amber agrees. “Better off without them all.”
    Michael's heart starts to pound with excitement. Did Amber just confess to being a serial stalker of rapists – and who knows what other kinds of degenerate scum - for food, and maybe even sick kicks?
    The man they're pursuing disappears into the mouth of the parking garage.
    “Anything else?” Amber asks. “Or should we wait for him to rape her?”
    “The blood issue ...” Michael says, “it's not the only thing.”
    Amber listens with growing impatience.
    Michael goes on: “I haven't been around someone like you in ... well, forever .”
    “You mean a woman?”
    “No. I mean, like us . I think I might be out of practise.”
    Amber takes Michael's hand - “Come on” - and pulls him towards the parking garage. “We can talk about it later.”
     
    *
     
    The young woman approaches a red Chrysler Sebring Convertible. Its soft top is up. Her body quivers. It's cold down in the parking garage, and not particularly well lit. She unlocks her car with the fob and opens the door, but, before she can enter, a man in a suit pounces from behind and pins her arms to her sides. She opens her mouth to scream, but a hand is placed over it. Frantic, she kicks out.
    The man says in her ear: “We're gonna have some fun.”
    His breath stinks of booze.
    “ Fancy trading up ?”
    Still keeping a tight hold of his struggling victim, the man turns to discover an even better specimen of womanhood standing several feet in front of him. He spends a few moments checking her out. “What the hell are you supposed to be? Some kind of fucking vamp?”
    Amber can't help but smile.
    The man weighs up his options, then discards the girl.
    She stumbles to the ground.
    “You,” Amber says to the younger woman. “Get the hell out of here - not in the car. You're drunk.”
    The man steps between the girl and the older woman. “She's not going anywhere.” He plunges a hand into his right front pocket and produces a knife.
    Amber looks amused. She drops her purse. “You got what it takes to fuck us both?”
    “Because of you she saw my face. She wasn't supposed to see my face. I can't let her leave - either of you .”
    Amber advances with a well-measured step. "Pressure of your big city job just a little too much for you?"
    “Stop where you are,” the man snaps.
    Amber ignores him and takes another step. “I bet you've just been passed by for promotion.”
    “ Shut the fuck up .”
    “You must be, what ... mid-forties?”
    “I'm warning you!”
    “Can't be easy. Your best years are behind you, you're full of insecurities and you can't get laid without force.”
    The man has heard enough. Roaring with anger, he slashes for the woman. But the woman is fast, and effortlessly evades his attack. She then grabs his knife hand and twists it to such a degree it snaps at the wrist.
    He drops the knife and shrieks like a little girl.
    They always do .
    Amber seizes the man by the throat and stifles his outcry - “Didn't think you had it in you” - then pushes him out of view.
    The man's back slams hard against a wall. Moments later, this incredible, savage woman is sinking her teeth into his neck, and all he can do is stare, wide-eyed, at a flickering overhead florescent light.
    His body gives an involuntary shudder and his bladder loosens.
    Amber feeds for almost an entire minute. During this time, she doesn't so much as spill a single drop of blood. Once sated, she looks into the man's bleary eyes and coldly remarks: “I've had better – oh, and you've pissed yourself.” She then takes a fistful of his hair, jerks back his head and makes a cut on the side of his neck using the index finger of her left hand.
    Blood spurts from the arterial wound on the man's neck. He sinks to his knees then collapses forward, shattering the bone in his nose completely.
    Amber casually strolls towards her purse. She picks it up and pulls out