This is set in the WereCat Universe. I'm just laying out ideas and different scenes. I may use this in the main story, i may not. I'm still just trying to put all the pieces together.
In the the dark alley of an old forgotten town, in the dead of night, there were scuffles and the echoes of harsh voices. A young woman slams a guy against a brick wall.
"You trying to scare me with your fangs! You're going to have to do more than that, bitch," the young man spat. She had him pinned against the wall.
"Oh these aren't fangs, boy. Vamps wish they had these." She grinned, sliding her tongue over her gleaming teeth with unabashed pride, showing off her long incisors. She leaned in close, closed her eyes, and relished the pungent scent of fear coming off his skin. When she opened them, her eyes were as black as night; the guy caught his breath. She looked him up and down and winked. "Cat got your tongue?"
Farther down the alley someone shouted. "Hey Sash! Stop playing with your food! We just ate! The full moon is almost up!"
Sasha rolled her obsidian eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Stephanie could be such a drag sometimes. She let the 20-something male go. He was shaking like a leaf. 'What a weakling,' she thought.