Angelina sighed as her eyes yet again wondered in the direction of the smiling redhead across the dance floor. Draped on his arm was a cheap looking blonde clad in a skimpy red tube dress that topped mere inches beneath her butt. Fred always did have a taste for trash she thought bitterly. Tossing back what was left of the bitter punch in her cup the woman made her way in opposite direction of the man and his latest conquest.
She had never wanted to go to this stupid party in the first place but Katie had been so sure that this was a way she could help her out of her funk and yet where was she now? Making out in one of the abandoned classrooms no doubt. Exiting the ballroom Angelina made her way down the hallway lit only by the moonlight the wide windows provided. As the halls music began to fade he mind turned to other plans for the night. "The first thing I'm going to do when I get back" she thought. "Is take a nice hot bath and then burn every picture of bloody bastard I own".
Her feet slowed as she reflected on the last of her plans as a small ache replacing the bubbling anger that had filled her belly. She supposed she had no right to be upset. She and Fred had never dated and with the exception of the mistletoe incident the year before they had only kissed once but damn it if that didn't mean something to her. The woman paused as her eyes fell upon a figure before her. He stood three windows down, a tall man clad in a black suite that matched the color of his neck length hair. Probably one of the rich benefactors of the school she thought. He was certainly better looking than the ones she had seen but Angelina had neither the time nor the patience for kissing butt tonight.
She approached him cautiously offering a fake smile despite the fact that he did not turn around to meet it. It was a great chance for her to sneak on by but despite it all that was not her nature. Letting out a low sigh she spoke "Getting some air" she offered. The man turned at the sound of the woman's voice. something flashing in his eyes as they fell upon her but Angelina was unsure of what to make of it. "I do not enjoy crowds" he responded. "Oh" was all she could think to say.
Sanguini studied the woman before him his eyes taking in her delicate form. Oval face, round lips, almond shaped eyes and smooth mocha skin complimented by a thin purple satin dress that fell out into a flare of ruffles beneath her hips. Out of nervousness she bit her lip forcing the man to turn his head willing himself to fight a familiar urge.
He had smelled her before he saw her. Even from the distance he stood her sweet scent had filled the hall. He knew he should have left the moment her heard her approach but there was a part of him that thought had he stayed he would have the chance to see something truly beautiful and he was right. Unfortunately for her Sanguini was not a man satisfied with looking alone. And the saddest or perhaps the best thing of all was that she didn't even know what he was.
The end
Authors Note: Alright so I wanted to make this longer but I felt I wouldn't be able to put in the time to make this story truly great so for now i'm keeping it as a one shot :)