Never Kill a Girl on the First Date
Richmond, Virgina October 21, 1927
There she stood in the corner, away from chaos of the drunks around her. She wore a knee-high black sequenced dress. If her back wasn't facing the wall, the men would be able to see the way the back of the dress swooped low. With one hand she patted the side of her short ruby red hair. The other held out her cigarette to the man standing before her. As he lit the cigarette she said,
"Your eyes...they're so compelling." She said staring deeply into the man's eyes. "They're as blue as skies, but dark enough to swallow this world whole."
"I could say the same about yours." He replied with a charming smile. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"I'm rebelling with a rebellion." She said taking another drag.
"You sure are a fireball, Miss Hawkins. I'm glad I picked you. I couldn't take my eyes off you since the moment I saw you."
"Excuse me?" She said blowing smoke into the man's face. "You picked me? I'm sorry, but I am not some pig you selected at the market to take home for a slaughter."
"Oh, but you are." He pulled her closer, stared her straight in the eyes. "Tonight you are going to come home with me. What happens there, you will not repeat to a single soul. Do you understand?"
She pushed him away. "You've got quite the sense of humor, Mr. Salvatore. It's going to take a lot more than your deep blue eyes to get me to come home with you." His eyes widened. The look on his face was indistinguishable. He felt fear, confusion, frustration, desire, and hunger. Why didn't my compulsion work?
"Are you on vervain?" He demanded to know.
"Vervain...? No! Vervain..." She was confused. "Oh my...my father warned me about you." She no longer looked confused. She had realized exactly what he was.
"I never met your father." "Vampire." They both spoke at the same time.