Josef Kostan wasn't one to mince words; in no time more then a blink of an eye he had the woman pinned beneath him, with a sharp growl. His lips were latched to her throat. No, he was not biting her, but the bruising kisses he placed there nearly broke the kin. In a husky, horny, throaty tone he whispered; "I want you."
The woman under him didn't speak, but undid the sash of the silk robe she was wearing; inviting him to taste more of her flesh. His hands joined hers in pushing away the pale pink cloth printed with golden roses until she lay bare before him. Once he could see all of her did he press his lips to her hot, almost feverish skin again. Oh, how he wanted more, more, and more of her. The tinge of lust he felt stirring in his loins was testament to that; but at the same time his hunger was so much more. It was bloodlust; burning thirst that made his teeth ache. Physical lust that was the stiffening heat between his legs, but it was something else also. He found something stirring inside of him that demanded more then just sex and blood. Something he wouldn't or couldn't name.
Josef pulled away from the woman, eyes gleaming a predatory pale blue. She reached up and traced his lips before slipping a slim finger between them and gently rubbing his right fang. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned; it was not really teasing, but more of encouragement. He felt his fangs lengthen, threatening to prick her skin. He knew what to do next. So, Josef leaned down and bit her neck. The woman's body ached up with a sharp cry. But, as he continued to feed on her, her body relaxed and slumped back down onto the mattress. And, for the first of many times that night she whispered his name; "Josef…"
"Josef."
"Josef!"
JOSEF!"
There was another voice calling him, accompanied by a sharp bang that shook the world to blackness. Josef opened his eyes to see Mick St. John banging on the lid of his freezer. Josef threw open the lid and sat up; "What the hell man?"
Yes, Josef was a very grumpy person when waking up. In reply Mick help up a piece of paper. Looking closer at it Josef saw the woman in his dreams looking back at him from an old oil painting, like the kind found in 18th century Europe.
"Do you know this woman?" Mick asked.