The skate shop was set to open in a week. The perfect place to lure in the transient college crowd. Kids away from their families, in a strange town. Which was perfect for her. It was a hollowed out building that housed racks of clothes, a board station, several walls of shoes, skateboards, snowboards, and some BMX equipment. There were two stations for piercers she had hired to ply their trade, and on a raised dais a DJ booth had been set up so that at night small parties could be held. Everything in site had been tagged turned the cement columns and plain grey walls into works of art. Double garage doors made of shiny silver metal were up during buisness hours and they looked out at the small skate area, set up with rails, a half-pipe, and a dug out swimming pool to drop into. Insurance premiums had been a b*tch! Shane was laid across one of the shaggy vintage chairs that was set up in the center of the room. One long leg was cocked over the arm, her fingers lightly trailing over the smooth muscled line of her naked stomach. Sitting opposite her was a man who had come in to interview for a position. Young, and fresh, she liked him already. Liked the way his eyes watched her movements, distracted by the glimpses of flesh she was giving him.

"Come in Monday at nine thirty and I'll give you a try..." That voice promised that she might try out more than just his skills with a cash register. Forked tongue flickered out against the air, tasting sweat and Drakkar Noir coming off the human. Disgusting. Why did humans feel the need to cover their spongey sweaty bodies in such rancid odors? Shane didn't bother to say good-bye, just let the depthless black pools of her eyes watch the muscled backside of the boy as he left.

Now for something fun! Her phone was pulled from the pocket of the tattered jean shorts she was wearing and she hit number one on her speed dial. Oh of course she did. When it came to thoughts about eating men whole Ash was the first person who came to mind.On his voice mail she was quick, rough voice perfect as it carressed it's long S's and rolling R's.

"Oh my sweet Ashessss. I told you I would be calling to ssssort out our little deal. Did you think you'd gotten lucky? That maybe I had forgotten?" here she laughed, that haunting echoing sound. "You will meet me next week and we will come to an arrangement. Goodbye until then my ssssweet prince."