Author's Note: I suffered from major writer's block for this story but I'm attempting it again. Many thanks to all those who have this story on their alert! Love you all! I know this chapter is short but it's what I came up with so far after I knocked the writer's wall down.
In a club somewhere, a young man danced with a young woman. Their bodies closely rubbing against each other. His breath lingering on the back of her neck. She grinned and leaned back against his hard chest as his hands ran up and down along her sides sending tingling sensations to her loins. His lips danced along her neck and shoulders as they moved to the beat of the music.
Despite the great crowd of moving bodies nearby them, they had expertly ignored everyone else but each other. Their focus mainly on each other. There was a grin on his lips as she sighed dreamily having his hands on her body. His motive was clear to himself. This young woman's mind was clouded. She believed him for the wrong reasons.
He would be her demise. He would be her death.
But the poor woman didn't know that. She knew he wouldn't be 'the one' but at least 'some one'. She didn't think he would be her death, her killer. Poor thing so young into the world and too easily becoming another unexplained body on the streets.
He whispered words of sugar into her ear and she nodded grinning widely as he was. She thought she was going to get laid. She knew she would become his next meal. Such a shame that a beautiful young vibrant woman would be seen again cold and lifeless on the cold streets.
He pulled her into the dark alleyway and before she could even give a peep of a sound, his mouth latched onto the skin that covered a vein in her neck. His fangs quickly pierced into her skin and the luscious blood flowed into his mouth quenching the thirst that burned his throat. He moaned at the rich liquid that came from the young woman. AB positive. It was his favourite. He didn't rush feasting from her but rather took his time.
The gasps that came from her were deaf to his ear as well as those who passed by the alleyway thinking she was getting it good from him. They didn't know and they will never know. With on last gasp, she fell limp in his arms and he frowned the ecstasy coming to an end too quickly. He dropped her body further into the alley and disappeared from sight, the only evidence that he was there was the lifeless body of the once vibrant young woman lying in the cold wet ground of the alleyway.
A shame really.
Gabrielle sighed heavily as she read the headlines of today's paper. "Another young woman was killed ya know," she announced to the P.I who was nursing his cup of blood. Mick nodded quickly reading the context of the article. "A shame she was so pretty too," she added watching Mick's expression but he gave none just nodded and hummed at her.
She knew he wasn't listening. A smile quickly stretched her lips, "I'm sleeping with Josef,"
Mick gave the same expression just nodded and opened his mouth to hum again but the words processed into his mind and he snapped his head at her, "What?" he blurted almost angry and hurt. "What do you mean you're sleeping with Josef?" he asked again.
Gabrielle laughed. "I'm only kidding Micky," she teased drinking her tea and watching Mick over her cup. He sighed in relief that she wasn't really hitting the sack with his friend. "Although I'm sure he won't mind," she teased again then laughing as Mick tensed.
"Please don't joke like that," he pleaded tiredly at her but she only laugh and stood up with Pongo following her feet. "What's your agenda for the day?" he asked casually as she slipped into a light jacket.
"Josef's. He offered me a job," she grinned over at Mick who was suspicious at his friend's actions "as his personal assistant and secretary,"
"Doesn't he have a secretary already?" Mick asked confused again. Gabrielle snorted remembering the woman.
"She was a bitch so he fired her then offered me the job," she explained picking up Pongo into her arms and placing him into the dog bag by the couch. Mick watched her cheery actions and frowned. He really didn't want Josef and Gabrielle to get too cosy with each other. He didn't want to think what would happen. "Anyways, I'm off. You have fun with your girlfriend,"
The clarification of Beth almost made Gabrielle choke and cry but she was a big girl now, she could handle it and she hid it well. She was becoming too good of an actress. Mick rolled his eyes. "She's not my girlfriend and I'm only helping her get information about the latest murder," Gabrielle rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.
"Have fun anyways," she repeated carrying her bags in both hands and heading for the door. Mick used his vampire speed and beat her to it, "I'm going to be late for work Micky," she smiled up at her friend who frowned down at her.
"Please behave," he pleaded as she pouted. Mick swallowed, "And be careful." He opened the door for her and breathed in her scent as she walked passed him, "Have fun," he teased her as she chuckled walking away from him to her new job. With Josef. He sighed feeling a headache forming – if it was even possible and went back into his apartment. "Women,"