I know he's staring. He's been watching me for quite some time now. I wonder if he recognizes that I know. Men really don't know how to be subtle I guess. Usually its guys like him that piss me off. Usually I would have confronted him by now. Tell him to get lost. But I don't. I'm curious about him. Plus, he's pretty hot.
So instead of confronting him, I dance. I just want to lose myself in this music, in these lights; in this alcohol. Just for one night.
He's sitting at that bar, ordering shot after shot. He must be more wasted than me. I've never seen him until tonight, so it's obvious he doesn't live around here. Mystic Falls is small; I would have seen him somewhere.
He's handsome. Dark black hair, that falls under his eyes. He's tall, lean and maintains abnormal beauty. I've never seen a better looking man.
No matter how long I wait, he doesn't approach me. It frustrates me.
I get tired of dancing. I leaving the dance floor and tread to the washroom, hoping he'll pick up on the hint. Can I not just have one night of fun?
I wash my hot sweaty hands under cold water. It must be at least a hundred degrees in that dance floor.
I turn around, and he's standing there. Wasn't quite expecting him to follow me into the girls washroom, but I'm glad he came. Having him stand right in front of me, I can see him better. I can see what a chilling color of blue his eyes are; almost inhuman.
A smug smile creeps on his face. I can see the arrogance in his eyes.
"About fucking time," I breathe as he presses his body up against mine, backing me up against the wall. Slowly, his lips meet mine. He tastes of alcohol. I stand there and let him take control; I know it won't last long anyways.
He grabs my wrists and locks them onto the wall. I smirk, and gently nip at his bottom lip. He raises an eyebrow, as he starts feeling his hand up my shirt, his mouth still entwined with mine. He doesn't spare any time removing my shirt.
I can't help but to moan as his hand slips down my skirt, teasing at the hem of my panties. I can't help myself but to get wrapped up in the moment. It's not his sex I want, but something else; something sweeter.
My mouth breaks away from his, revealing my fangs. He looks confused, his slow human brain taking its time to process his thoughts. Before he realizes he should be terrified, my fangs penetrate his neck.
His lets out a loud cry, and tries to push me off, but I'm too strong. I cling to him, drowning myself in him. God, he tastes so good.
It doesn't take me long before I drain him dry. Letting him drop to the floor, I wipe away the blood on my mouth.
I stare at his dead corpse for a moment.
I feel nothing.
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