Metamorphosis 1

Well, I guess I will start telling this story from that fateful night last week. I was walking through New York City on a overcast night. It was late, but everyone seemed more awake than ever. Lights dimly lit up the night and signs flashed. I could hear horns blaring everywhere I turned. I could see the stars faintly twinkling and the moon barely visible through the clouds. I walked on sniffing the popcorn vendor on the corner and the skyscrapers reached up farther than the eye could see. In the distance, proud and tall stood the Statue of Liberty. I was on my home from work when I decided to take a shortcut to my crappy loft. I turned to the right down the alley. I was walking past an overfull dumpster when it suddenly got very gloomy and cold. I looked behind me and thought I saw a shadowy figure at the end of the alley, but I just brushed it off as my eyes playing tricks on me. I turned back around and let out a scream of pure terror because in my face was a woman with blood red eyes. I jumped back a step and examined the the girl. She was wearing a pitch black trench coat with a dirty white shirt and torn up jeans. There was cuts and dirt on her face, but she was remarkably beautiful; she had long crimson hair and and she was slightly pale. I thought she was just a average thief. I assumed she had a gun or a knife, so I said "look i don't have much money, but you can take what...." my statement was cut off short. The next thing I know I am flying through the air until my back hits a conceret wall. She moved with blinding speed I did not even see her swing, but I knew that she did it. I was dazed and I could barely comprehend her walking very slowly up to me; she had a stunning smile. She bent over my crumpled body and said in a harmonious voice "I'm so sorry." I could then feel her warm breath on my neck. I could scarcely feel her teeth before I blacked out.