I am out in the city at night, wandering the streets with no particular destination in mind. I am dressed like a total slut, but I am not looking for sex. I am a vampire, and I am looking for prey. I don't really want to feed on the innocent, so I have decided to wander around at night in a bad area of town and wait for some asshole to try to have his way with me. I wander around for a while and finally I meet up with a candidate. A thug comes out of the shadows and asks how much. I figure he thinks I'm a hooker and I tell him I'm not for sale. He laughs and says I had better be for sale or I wouldn't be dressed like a whore. I tell him to get lost. He says if he can't buy what he wants, he'll just take it. I tell him he doesn't have what it takes. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me up against a wall rather hard. He is right in front of me, his breath smells of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke. He forces a kiss on me. He says if I just relax and take it I'll live through this. I turn us around and pin him against the wall, he seems intrigued at the idea I like it rough. I tell him I can't make the same promise that he'll live through this. As a vampire, I feed on the would-be rapist. The blood tastes like warm tomato soup? I don't notice that in the dream. As I am finishing, someone sees me and calls out for the authorities. There are cops coming, so I take off and head through the dark streets. I can hear them behind me, I go into a sewer entrance underneath a road. I head into the darkness, taking one last look behind me to make sure no one saw where I just went. There's no way they'll ever find me down here.