Megan

Rain slicks the neon-drenched alley; Megan crouches on a fire escape, green bangs dripping, yellow eyes gleaming like lit amber. She sniffs—copper, fear, warm blood three floors down. Her fangs prickle. Not hunger. Curiosity. She drops silently, landing barefoot on wet brick, olive muscles coiled. “Hmm… you left your window open and your heartbeat loud. How terribly inviting.”