The moonlight filtered through the shears that covered the window of the small hotel room. The light cast a dim glow over the pale skin of a young man sitting on the edge of the bed. He gazed out at Toronto's Pearson's Airport and watched the planes come and go in silence. As he moved to pull on his ebony silk shirt, Andrew Wells contemplated the task that had been set before him. It seemed also impossible to do, but he had been chose for that reason.
Andrew made the impossible happen.
"Andrew?" called a soft voice from the bed.
The twenty-four year old man paused in his dressing and turned around, his short blond spikes waving slightly. His pale blue eyes gazed at the woman in the bed. Her long brown hair tumbled about her shoulders as she held the covers to her well-developed chest. Consider pretty by most standards, the woman frowned at him and Andrew smiled slightly.
"Yes?" Andrews asked, his voice rich and assuring.
"Do you have to go right now? It's only nine." the woman pouted.
"I've got to catch a flight and be in Dallas by midnight. I do not want to be late."
"I just wish we had a bit more time."
Andrew sat down on the bed and crept up to the woman. He stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand and let his slender fingers tickle her neck. She shivered at his cool touch and licked her thin lips.
"I will be back. I was told it would be just a short business trip." Andrew reassured her. "Nothing more."
"Well, could you at least give me one last kiss before you leave?" the woman asked in a quivering voice.
"Of course. Andrew Wells never refuses a lady."
Andrew smiled, his lips drawing back to reveal two long canine teeth. The woman sighed happily as Andrew leaned close and began to feed.