Remy glanced at his watch. A platinum Rolex. A trifle he had stolen a year back from some rich teenaged boy in London. It was precisely 10:05 in the evening and she would be leaving work soon. She always waited for someone to walk out with her, and rightfully so; the parking lot wasn't lit very well and it was dangerous for a young woman at night. Just as the department store lights shut off and the last of its employees exited, he spotted her walking out with another young woman.
She was beautiful, dressed in all black; the dress code for her job. He loved to see the outfits she would create with such a limited color palate. It seemed that she never wore the same thing twice. Her long brown hair flowed behind her as she walked, loose curls bouncing along with each step she took and the sheen of her hair shining in the parking lot lights as she and her friend walked past. Remy caught a glimpse of her light eyes which glimmered in the light as well, he wondered if they were green or blue...he wished he could get a little closer...
Remy wasn't stalking this woman; not technically, he was simply admiring her from afar since he couldn't possibly approach her. And if anything, he was watching over her to keep her safe. Remy Lebeau had been a vampire since he was 19 years old and was bitten in his hometown of New Orleans. He was now 28 and dreadfully lonely, his new lifestyle forcing the once outgoing Cajun into solitude. Seeing her brought a little warmth to his cold body, kept his blackened heart beating and kept him hopeful. Hopeful that maybe one day, he would know what it was to feel again, to love again, to smile again. Perhaps one night he would meet her properly, but not this evening. Fear enveloped him, preventing him from making the first move and it was probably for the best. He wouldn't have been able to accept being turned away by the girl of his dreams.
For now, he would watch over her.