She watched the crowd from the corner table, her blue-grey eyes narrowed. The writhing bodies on the dance floor twisted around each other forming a serpentine mass of heat and sweat. She made no move to join them, though, remaining wrapped in the shadows where she could observe without being observed in turn.
There, that was the one. He was big, but not so big as to be troublesome if he got feisty. She rose with a smooth grace, slipping out into the semi-controlled chaos and becoming one with it for a time. Her black leather clothing fit right in, but the bright red of her hair stood out among this crowd who wore the Goth uniform of black hair and pale skin. She slipped through the crowd until she was right behind him, her smoldering eyes focused on his broad back.
He felt the gaze even amidst the pounding of the music and the dance. Turning, he saw in her eyes a heat and a violence that matched everything around them. There was something else there as well, something that frightened him for a moment, until he laughed at himself and his fear. She had fire, yes, but she was hardly a threat to someone like himself. He picked up the gauntlet of challenge in her stare and threw it back at her with a look of his own even as their bodies started moving together in a dance that was almost a brawl.
He gave a fierce grin, met by one of her own, as their gyrations became wilder and wilder, opening a bit of space about the pair as even the hardened crowd became startled by the intensity of the dance. The music shook the building with it's pulse, and her eyes flicked to his throat to see his pulse racing in time. Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced around, realizing that they were making a bit too much of a scene, so she changed her smile to one of invitation. It was an invitation that he had known would be offered, and he accepted readily, leading the way to another darkened corner.
Lara leaned back against the hard plastic, the bus jostling her as the driver fought his way through the potholes. She glanced reflexively around at her fellow passengers, wariness prudent in her current situation. After a moment she allowed herself a rare moment of relaxation as none of them seemed to be any danger to her. She'd been on the run for three nights since the death of her Sire, and hoped that by this time tomorrow she would have sanctuary with the one named Sean that her contacts had said could help her.
For the moment, though, she allowed her thoughts to drift and a brief predatory smile touched her lips as she reminisced about her most recent meal. She never did get his name, but she would always remember his face as the ecstasy of the Kiss had taken him, and the blood had flowed. She licked her lips once more, mentally thanking the young man as she savored the memory of the taste of blood and salt.
