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His dark Prussian blue eyes scanned the dim-lit streets of a dreary wet alley. Slowly turning his head, he abruptly stops as he spots his prey. Her full red lips pouted like dark blood under the weak streetlight. She crooned her neck softly from side to side, dark green eyes watched flirtatiously as a pink tongue stuck out licking her lips.

'A harlot of the night,' the man thought 'No older than 18, she has experience.'

The woman put her hands over her lowered head as light blond hair fell down her face. She smirked, as she knew from the looks of the man, he was very wealthy. Although his hair looked rather unkempt, his clothing gave away his status. The strong leather shoes with the metal buckle, his silk breeches, the proud ruffle of his finely made cotton shirt covered with a royal blue jacket enhanced with white lining complimented the man's intensely handsome face. The prostitute pushed her bountiful chest up to his line of vision. This was going to be a wonderful night.

Those dark eyes roamed towards her chest, she was blessed indeed. He smiled softly as his vision trailed down her body noting that her corset looked as if it was on a little tighter than it should. Nonetheless, he was enamored by this woman's gifted figure.

"We're we going for tonight love?" she cooed softly. "It's rather cold this time of night."

Without a reply, the man put his arm around her shoulder and started leading the way. He leaned his head in and started whispering into her ear. She giggled lightly, not realizing that he only meant to drift her away from the conversation on where they were going. The man started laughing to himself, making fun of the gullibility of women, especially the one that he was talking nonsense to now. Women like her want the easy way, they wanted the rich man, the big mansion, the satin, silk among others, and they could care less about whose heart they break, as long as they get what they want. He smiled to himself as he thought about giving her what she wanted, and so much more.

She felt her feet give in. Right when she was about to give up on this customer, her eyes widened with astonishment to a huge mansion. She walked slowly away from the man, as her mouth was open, barely breathing for she had never seen such a breathtaking residence in all her life. Her mind slowly started to inquire on his identity, for someone who was this wealthy couldn't have gotten away from the gossip circle. Who was he? This man so mysterious, his dark bangs covered most of his mischievous eyes, so charming that he could have any high debutante. Why was she the lucky one? Why did this man take a fancy for her? By all means she was an attractive, experienced woman, but she was hardly as refined than many older than she. She turned around, facing him.

" As one who may be as prominent as yourself, you know that it is impolite to ask for names," he said.

With a swift glide, the man opened the large door. As they entered, the woman continued to be enamored by the mansion's many arts. The staircase seemed to be made of ivory and the floors made with soft marble. The woman's walking form stayed straight as her eyes wandered, her breath became nervous. Just who was he? A man of his wealth couldn't hide the way he seemed he did. Why hadn't she seen this place before? Surely his wealth came from a famous name? Her breath became slow, her eyes still taking the beauty of this marvelous place.

" My room," he pointed over.

She felt her heart slightly jump over the man's voice. His voice, it was so cold, another thing that she didn't notice about him. Her figure entered the spacious room, his fingers pushing the door closed. Her body suddenly jerked as the man's strong arms pulled her body in front of him, grabbing her in a tight embrace. This wasn't the correct process; she was supposed to seduce him! However, his eyes, his mysterious eyes entrancing her, they were almost.hypnotic. Her star-eyed gaze remained plastered as her body went slightly limp.

He felt her body go weak. Smiling, he opened his mouth, revealing fangs. His head drifted down to her alabaster neck and bit down with a soft crunch. Her blood tasted like silk on his tongue, her beauty only encouraged his desire to continue to consume her. Perfect, just perfect, his little disposable doll, that's all women were to him, this one was no different. He exhaled in ecstasy as his grip on her body fell loose and the figure slumped like a sack of potatoes on the floor. Shivering with delight after his meal, the man stretched his arms and gazed out at the midnight sky. All of his victims questioned who he was before they met their fate. The mansion that only appeared in the darkest hours of night and disappeared in the daylight. Daylight will always be his only enemy. For vampires, they feast on the weak at night. Vampires like Heero Yuy.

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