1Pulsing music, colored and strobe lights blinking, and a disco ball spinning overhead was the scene at Club 7, in the center of thriving London. At the moment, Head bartender Vivian Dupree was in the process of making a tray of martinis for a corner VIP table. So, she was unaware of the piercing pair of obsidian eyes that were watching her from a dark corner.
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He had been there for hours. This was not the first time he had come to observe this intriguing young woman. He sat in silence, the music pulsating around him, one leg elegantly crossed over the other as he watched her. This girl was very beautiful, there was no denying that, and he knew she would make the perfect meal. Lips slowly going up into a smirk, he revealed a set of perfectly white and pointed fangs. Severus Snape, vampire, was hungry. And he had just found his next victim.
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Calling over to one of her friends to cover for her, Vivian poured herself a quick shot before slipping out and going into the ladies room. Splashing water on her face before drying it, she quickly reapplied her lipstick before taking a deep breath and heading back out to the crowds. Walking back over to the bar, Vivian leaned over and yelled over the noise,
"Hey Ella! I'm gonna leave early, can you cover for me the rest of the night?"
"Yeah, sure girl, go ahead and go home and rest. You deserve it!"
Laughing, Vivian grabbed her jacket and purse and headed out the door, ignoring the hundreds of pairs of hopeful guys eyes she felt on her, and the ever annoying feeling that she was being watched.
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Taking the final sip of his drink, Severus stood and brushed non-existent lint off his impeccable suit, before heading out as well. Smiling as he kept to the shadows, he followed the young woman who had been bartending, watching as she pulled a cigarette from her purse, lighting it and taking a drag before continuing to walk down the dark street. Chuckling darkly under his breath, he began to speed up his walk. Dinner time.
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Even though she didn't live far from the club, Vivian didn't like walking home late at night. Stopping when she heard something behind her, Vivian spun to look, finding nothing there. Sighing in relief when she reached her building, Vivian quickly buzzed herself inside and went up to her loft. After she had changed into her night clothes, Vivian quickly ran a brush through her hair before going and making herself a cup of tea. Settling into her bed, Vivian clicked on her lamp, opening her book as she took a sip of the steaming liquid. As soon as she set down her cup, she jumped as her balcony doors banged open.
Laughing at her own jumpiness, she yawned, turning her lights off to go shut the doors before walking back over to her bed. As she bent to pull her covers back, she suddenly felt like she wasn't alone anymore. As moonlight shone through her curtains, Vivian slowly stood up and turned, eyes widening in fear when they took in the tall dark figure of a man all clothed in black. Opening her mouth to scream she was horrified to find she couldn't.
Backing up slowly as this mystery man stalked toward her with a frightening smirk on his face, she fell back on the bed when she ran out of room.
"You know my dear, I've been watching you for quite awhile," this mystery man softly murmured in a voice as smooth as velvet that was beginning to put a spell over her.
Freezing as she felt this mysterious stranger place his cool fingertips on her cheek, Vivian's breath was taken away as he ran them all the way down to her throat where he could feel her pulse beating frantically from underneath her skin. Vivian's eyes widened even more as she saw the man's eyes flash and watched in horror as he licked his lips, revealing his fangs. She wanted to scream, to bolt from this apartment as fast as she could, but she couldn't move.
"I believe you'll make quite a good meal."
As Vivian watched in terror, this stranger pulled his lips backs, his pupils turning red. The last thing she remembered before she fell unconscious was seeing him dip his head, his fangs headed straight for her throat.
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Severus caught the woman before she fell back on the bed, not stopping his quest for her his meal. As soon as he sunk his teeth into her flesh, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy. She tasted better than he thought any mortal could. So pure. Lifting his head, he looked at the dark beauty in his arms. She really was breathtaking. Her dark midnight hair felt like silk against his skin, the eyes that were now closed a dark shade of violet. The moonlight played across her features, her clothing hugging her curves. He bent his head once more to finish the job, but lifted it once more, finding he couldn't. No, he had a better idea. Deciding he was going to keep her, Severus smirked as he lifted the girl into his arms as though she weighed nothing. He could think of many things she would come "in use" for. And with that he disappeared into the night.