Chapter One
His heart was beating loudly as he breathed heavily; he gripped my waist wanting to feel all of me. His scent was growing more delectable with every second, his passion fueling it. My fangs came out with a click and I saw the fear in his eyes, this was not what he expected and I relished in it. With a fierce growl I descended upon his throat, tearing through the flesh. The hot blood spilled into my mouth as he screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He tried grasping for an escape but he was in my hold now and I was enjoying myself, taking my time.
Just before I had taken too much I released him. I stared the terrified man down delighting in his screams of terror. I laughed realizing I had had enough fun for one mortal and began to glamour him. "You will be ok. When you were at the club you drank too much and have no recollection of this night events. Do you understand?" I paused to let him nod his head then I sent him away.
I licked what was left of the blood off of my lips savoring in the taste of fear again. Yes I tended to be sadistic but what was the point of being a vampire if you couldn't have fun with it? Getting out of the bed I reached for my bra and underwear that lay on the ground. They were back with lace overtop and a red ribbon to catch the eye. Once I had put this on I leaned towards a mirror to fix my hair and face. I cleaned up the smudged red lipstick and black eyeliner.
I had bright blue eyes that could captivate and hold anyone's gaze with long dark eyelashes. My skin was pale, the color of porcelain, and my lips were full and dark. My long black hair fell along my shoulders, almost to the bottom of my shoulder blades. I knew I was beautiful, but I was much more than that. No one, human or vampire could hold a candle to my appearance. I had lived longer than anyone could guess and I had seen men and women alike, fall to their knees to spend just a moment in my company. I brought admiration and arousal out of all that looked upon me.
I moved to my closet to find a new ensemble to wear, seeing to the fact that I ripped the other one off and it lay in tatters on my floor. I put on a black skirt that lay tight against my body down to just above my knees, and a black corset that had blue roses embroidered into the bodice. I touched the makeup up one more time then turned to leave. I had an old friend that I intended to visit.
I had heard of all of the chaos that was taking place in a small town known as Bon Temps in Louisiana. They were really stirring up the vampire community. I knew of their sheriff Eric Northman, I had my fun with his Maker, Godric, when he was still a newborn. The only reason I had allowed myself to play with someone that had such a young boys body was because Godric's maker had wronged me and I felt like taking revenge by making him love me. Of course he did and I left as quickly and quietly as I had came. Eric had been made in the prime of his life and it intrigued me to know what he was like now after some years of experience.
I also felt the unsettling need to pay my respects to Eric for the death of Godric. Although he was a silly fool giving his own life like that, he knew how important we old vampires are seeing to how few are left. I allowed myself to fly to Bon Temps seeing that the night was still early and it was much faster than driving or running.