This is the first draft of something I wrote off the top of my head. I'm trying to write with more feeling and less thought, as to make my writing a bit stronger. This needs a lot of work before it can actually become an acceptable piece, but this is my blog of doom and I can post whatever shit I want to. So, here it is.

The night was full of darkness and fear, something that made her feel welcome. She was used to the sights of swindlers courting their prey, gangsters jockeying for position amongst their ilk, the sense that at anytime, one could be taken advantage of, knocked out, later waking up naked, all possessions gone, or perhaps an even more sinister situation.
She moved through the crowd smoothly, taking care not to make contact with a single body. There was a bar across the street, her destination. Inside, the scene was calm, but she knew better then to judge by appearances. The monster that lived in the preferred his lair to be quiet, to hear the pained screams of his victims better. The patrons barely reacted to her as she walked in. She approached the bar, beckoned the bartender.
“How can I help you miss?”
“Give me....something strong.”
“Sure thing.”
He pulled an unmarked bottle from the shelf and poured it in glass, handed it to her. She took a sip of it, then drained the glass. He went to go attend to another customer, but she stopped him.
“One more thing, if you don’t mind.”
“Shoot.”
“Where’s Kreuz?”
The bartender raised an eyebrow, smirked.
“What do you know about Kreuz?”
“Enough to want to meet him. Is he here?”
The bartender looked around.
“I can’t just let any one meet him, you know.”
She sighed, rolled her eyes as she reached in her pocket and pulled out a roll of hundreds. She slipped him ten bills. He whistled.
“Follow me.”
He assured the patrons he’d back shortly before leading her into a back room. The walls were covered in skulls and splatterings of blood. The bartender glanced back at her and smiled.
“You wanted to meet him.”
She smirked weakly, well content in his thinking, that she was afraid. The gruesome sight only excited her. Five years of searching, the demon, right in her grasp. There was a door decorated with the corpse of a man, spikes driven through his hands and neck, his heart torn out. The bartender knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” said a croaking voice from the other side of the door.
“I’ve got a vistor out here for you boss.” said the bartender.
“I’m in no mood to be entertaining.”
“Well, she came a long way to-”
“She?”
“...yeah, she.”
“Come in for a second, let me speak to you.”
The bartender looked at her, shrugged, entered the room, closing the door before she could see anything inside. She heard murmurs, nothing loud enough to discern though. Before long the bartender came back out.
“You can go in.” he said. She nodded, entering the dimly lit room. He closed the door behind her. The room was lit by series of candles arranged in a series of circles, and within the smallest circle in the center of the room sat a small man, dressed in the garb of a catholic priest, a strange smile on his face. She smiled as well.
“You must be Kreuz.”
“I am. And you are?”
“Mali.”
He gestured for her to sit across from her. As she drew closer to him, she could feel his true presence. Overwhelmingly cruel, just as she was warned. Her conscious told her to leave immediately, run, to get away from her, but her resolve refused. She had a duty to undertake. She sat in front of him, eyes staring directly into his, her smile unwavering. Kreuz clasped his hands.
“So...what brings one  of your youth and beauty to the presence of an old man such as myself?”
“An obligation.”
“Oh? And what obligation would that be?”
She leaned forward.
“To kill you.” she whispered. Kreuz’s smile left his face for moment, his expression hardening before he burst into laughter. He wiped at his brow.
“So you have a sense of humor as well, do you?”
She shook her head, still smiling as she reached into her jacket and retrieved a small black piece of paper. She placed it on the ground and slid it to him. He gazed upon it for a time. His smile left him again.
“So you’re one of them. How unfortunate.”
“For you, yes. Twenty years of terror, coming to an end. How does it feel?”
He shook his head, beginning to shake his anger.
“You have much arrogance...if there’s one thing I cannot stand it is arrogance, especially from a woman.”
The candles went out, his eyes began to glow a dark orange. She didn‘t move an inch.
“You will regret this. I’ll make sure of that.”
His skin began to harden, turn grey, bony spikes sprouted out of his back. He stood.
“I will consume your flesh. Slowly. I’ll attempt to keep you alive as long as possible.”
He lunged at her, but her movement was faster. She reached into her jacket again and threw a talisman at his face. Contact with his skin caused it to emit a powerful light, illuminating the entire room. It was decorated with faces, many of them female. Kreuz screeched in pain, stumbling back, clawing at the talisman, trying to remove it. Mali rose to her feet, slowly.
“You should’ve submitted without struggle. Your death would’ve been slightly less painful.”
She began to speak in an ancient tongue, a language Kreuz recognized.
“Goddamnit! You wretched bitch!”
Her tone became louder, more fervent. The talisman became brighter,the light seemingly cracking Kreuz’s skin, blood pouring from the wounds. He fell to his knees, blood now pouring from his mouth. His death was approaching. He began to claw his way towards her as his body now began to fall apart. Mali’s cadence stopped. She knelt in front of him.
“So. Was it worth it? Corrupting your body, destroying the lives of innocents, all for fleeting moments of please?”
Kreuz couldn’t speak, could barely breath, but his eyes were full of hatred, rage. She chuckled.
“Enjoy the end.”
She turned and left, leaving Kreuz to his end. As his life faded, so did the light of the talisman, until there was nothing but darkness.
As Mali walked into the bar, the bartender gave her a puzzled gaze.
“So uh..how did it go?” he asked. She shrugged.
“It was fun, I guess.”