A slender figure slides down a fire escape into a dimly lit alleyway near the bar. She begins to walk into the shadows where two red eyes peer out at the figure. "So this is where you have been hiding, Lucifer..." a soft voice calls out echoing through the seemingly empty alleyway. "Don't think I'll let you escape my grasp this time." the voice says with a smirk. She pulls out a dagger. "Die!" she attacks the creature lurking in the shadows. The creature pulls out a blade and slams her against a wall, it enters the dim light, a figure of a young man, He smirks. "How long has it been since I last tasted your flesh?" he asks her standing over her.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe a century or so ago..." the girl responded getting up from the ground. "But I suppose time doesn't matter anymore..." She tries to attack him once more only to be struck down again.
"...You haven't changed a bit, still the weak mortal...I met on that october..." he said helping her up and holding her. "...You thought that I loved you..." he said snickering.
"...I need not a reminder...you bastard..." she said tring to stab him. "...It was all an act you put on so you could get closer to me and eventually bite me..." She said angerly.
"Ah, Leah, I was going to marry you...but I was hungry, you need to understand that." he holds the blade and pulls it from her hands. "Others need to die for other living things to live..." He grins placing his arms around her. "Now calm down, or you'll hurt yourself..." he said resting his lips on her neck.
"Leave me the hell alone!" she said pushing him away. "You already bit me once!" she said tring to attack him with her own fists.
He grinns. "You will never be able to beat me, no matter how hard you try..." he slamms her into the wall once more. "Now I have no time to waste on you...fairwell." He melts into the shadows.
"Who who the hell does he think he is?!" she said getting up and brushing off the dirt. "I will kill him for the curse he has put on me." she feels the two markings on her neck.
She begins to walk toward the bar and enters it angerly. She takes a seat on a bar stool.