This is my second story in English. So if there are any mistakes, I hope you can undertsand.
He walked down on the dark streets, deprived of the world, listening to the music reproduced by the headphones.
He was a handsome guy, hidden in outdated clothes and glasses, with a wrong haircut. The only visible thing that made him worth of looking twice was a pair of beautiful green eyes.
She lost interest in him quickly; he wasn't the man she was looking for. She started walking from the corner of the street, getting close to him. She thought she was only passing by, meeting with him was unavoidable. And then she encountered his eyes.
The man realized that the lady stopped, and tried to keep walking, but a bad feeling stabbed his spine. He looked up and stared at the strange lady's eyes.
It was a color that he would never realize it existed; a mix of the autumn leaves color and a liquid golden, brighter that gold. He couldn't help staring at her eyes. He swallowed.
He noticed that the lady was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. With pale skin, brown long hair, fine features and those eyes.
She noticed that his mouth dropped a little, and then he swallowed again.
—…Excuse me — he said in a whisper.
He circled her with slow pace.
She grabbed his wrist, and felt his body reacting to the ice cold skin of hers.
Without a word he looked up, and felt a warm desire growing while he watched those eyes, she was inviting him with her gaze, telling numerous things with only that look.
She smelled his desire, and smiled with pure pleasure. He was getting hypnotized with her vampiric charm.
He quickly felt his body going numb, his skin getting heated up. He couldn't understand what was going on. He only knew that this lady was grabbing his wrist, and staring at him without reason. Not that he cared much.
She pulled him into a dead end, smiling from ear to ear.
For him, this was a night with a stranger.
For her, the last night with that human.
She cornered him, and barely touched his lips with hers. She could smell the fear, the lust, and the confusion. Everything just seemed perfect for her, promising a delightful night
He didn't know what to do, but just let himself drift away.
In a strange way, he knew this night would be an end.
She bit his neck with no rush; he was almost drugged with her smell, with her taste, with her body. She moaned when the blood touched her tongue, it was warm and delicious, perfect.
She always loved the blood of young men.
He thought that he was in paradise, everything he could think about was that strange lady, her essence drove him crazy, when he felt the pain he didn't cared at all.
He smiled, lost in that illusion. He hoped it wouldn't end fast.
She drank faster and faster, she smiled wider when the shy man's hands started to touch her. Then she realized he was a virgin. This would be the third virgin, and his prey number 174.
The life started to fade away from his body, his legs felt weak, but she kept him against the wall, drinking his life, his soul, everything that resided in his blood.
He felt half dead, and yet he still felt in paradise. He prayed not to die fast so she could see her a little bit more.
He prayed to stay in her arms so he could die a little longer.
She walked out from the dead end, and looked up, encountering the full moon. She always liked to hunt on full moons. She touched her lips; they were red from the blood of that man.
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