As Twilight Falls

A mutiny was exactly what was on Lilith's mind that night when she found a young couple who'd wandered across the bridge. They reeked of drugs and liquor, but she didn't care.

With the speed of a striking snake, Lilith broke the woman's neck, then carried the man up into the mountains.

He stared at her, his face white with shock. "You killed her." He shook his head, obviously trying to clear his mind. "Why?"

"She was in the way."

He blinked at her. "In the way?" He staggered back a step, tripped over a rock, and landed on his backside.

He let out a startled cry when Lilith flew across the distance between them and pinned him to the ground.

He shook his head again, fear penetrating the drug-induced haze that clouded his thoughts. "What are you?"

She grinned at him, displaying her fangs. "Just what you think I am."

"No. No, it's not possible."

She grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head to the side. "Oh, it's very possible," she hissed, and buried her fangs in his throat.

He struggled, but he was no match for her supernatural strength. She drank until there was nothing left but a dry, shriveled husk. Wiping her mouth on his shirt, she retrieved the woman's body, then returned to the mountain. It took only moments to dig a grave big enough for the two of them.

Throwing back her head, she gazed up at the sky. It had been years since she'd felt this good, this strong. This invincible.

And she liked it.