Contrary to popular belief not all vampires couldn't come out during light; only the weaker ones. So when he woke up that afternoon, he knew that there should have been a warm body cuddled into his side, that there should have been a repeat of last night's mind blowing activities and then there should have been a quick mind sweep to erase the memories of last night and this afternoon before he sent her on her way, allowing him to find another victim. Unfortunately, his bed partner of last night was no where to find, in fact, the sheets beside him, though warm against his ice cold body, were still colder than they should have been, indicating that she'd been gone for quite some time.
She had to be found.
He couldn't leave her with the knowledge that she possessed…… It just wasn't an option to leave her with the memories of last night, not unless he converted her over to his ways. Just the thought of her as one of them tightened his body as he thought of her embracing the seductive nature of his kind. Stretching, he slid out from under the silk sheets, and began to pad out into the bathroom, when a small rectangular shape caught his eye. Frowning he searched his memory for any possible reason to it being there but drew up a blank. Stooping, he scooped it up into his large hands, recognising it to be a wallet he opened it up and gazed at the information presented in it. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stared down at a picture of the woman from last and information of her name, age and most importantly her address. He licked his lips and caught the tangy taste of her dried blood on the tip of his tongue. His mind and body responded to it instantly as flashes of last night came back to him. Smouldering eyes glanced back at the picture of her in the wallet.
"Well Miss Rose, it seems as if we'll be meeting again sooner than you thought."
His grin widened into a full blown smirk, before tossing the wallet onto his sheets and strolling into the bathroom.
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Confusion. Fear. The rapidly cooling water spiralled down her body as she sat under the jet spray. The bitter saltiness of her tears mixed in with the clean water as she cursed herself for her stupidity over her actions of last night, yet she couldn't shake the terror of waking up on top of a dead man, blood caked to both their bodies. Her body was drained of energy and her hung limp, shielding her body from the outside world. Sniffling, she managed to drag herself out of the shower, infuse some warmth into her body with the help of a tattered old towel and dried her hair. She climbed into her cotton sheets, feeling them catch slightly along her naked body. Her tummy rumbled in protest due to her lack of food, but she had no energy left to move again. Dropping the towel in a heap on the floor she felt a huge cloud of exhaustion settle over her body and like a lead weight dropped dead; tumbling into the realm of nightmares, dreams and fantasies.
Sweat soaked the sheets as it rolled down her body in miniature rivers due to the dangerous rise in her body's temperature. Her hair was plastered to her body, skin flushed as she tangled herself up in the moist sheets. Her breathing sped up as she experienced an adrenaline rush in her dreams. She arched her back in a sharp snap and a silent scream left her mouth, a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Her hands grappled at the sheets as she tried to find something to anchor her down, her head tossing from side to side as one word escaped her parted lips, "no". Her eye lids fluttered before she snapped open her eyes, her pupils dilated completely as she stared blankly out into the darkness. Her breath came in harsh pants, images of the dream flashing through her mind endlessly. She could feel it still…… still taste it: the sweet metallic taste of fresh blood. Yanking the sheets aside she stumbled into the bathroom, switching on the blinding light. Taking a couple of seconds to regain her senses she was finally able to navigate her way towards the mirror and what she saw froze the blood flowing through her veins.
Her once golden hair was now a mass of silvered tresses curling gently down her back, her skin was like moonlight, pale, luminous and clear of any blemishes, lips a crystal pink, body more curved and toned, eyes a deep midnight blue. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was her heightened senses: she was able to see every strand of fibre in the mirror's oak frame; she was able to pinpoint every grain of sand in the mirror's surface. She could see the air particles move as her harsh breathing disrupted their currents. Her ears pricked as they tuned into the sounds coming in from the side walk outside, her nose picked up the lingering smell of wild berries from her body wash, a body wash she'd used over 5 hours ago. Stepping back in wonder she continued to observe her surroundings, looking at a things she'd seen for the past year or so in a whole new light. Like a child experiencing something new, she let out a joyous giggle her worries forgotten in an instant until she moved back into the bed room and was hit by waves of agony in her stomach; it was if someone had hooked her up to a grapple and then yanked it clear out, slicing her insides on the way out, as if a red hot poker had been buried deep inside her body, its embers searing her insides.
She collapsed to ground by the bed, her hands fisting the sheets as she tried to find an anchor to ground the pain. The soft cotton prickled her skin as she battled the intense hunger inside. Her breathing was ragged as she closed her eyes in a desperate effect to stave of the pain. She could sense the haemoglobin in her red blood cells inflating and deflating as oxygen diffused in and carbon dioxide diffused out, but to her astonishment she could sense this process winding down as if it was grinding to a halt. Suddenly her head snapped up as she smelt the most delicious smell: it was intoxicating, overpowering, something one would kill to possess in their collection and before she knew what was happening she was straddling a warm body, her lips pressed against their neck, feeling the ever increasing flutter of their pulse before her lips. It was as if her lips contained their own pulse that was racing in time to the one that beat beneath them, a primal dance forged between both her lips and the pulse that tightened things all over her body. One strong arm came to wrap around her body while a large had gently tangled itself within her now silvered curls, pressing her face closer to their neck. She felt something slip from between her lips before they pierced into the skin presented to them. A joyous explosion pulsed through her body as the first sweet taste of blood dripped onto her tongue. As she continued to suction the blood into her willing body she felt the person beneath her moan, their breath coming in harsh pants. Now that she could feel the blood flowing through her body she felt her mind swim through the haze that seemed to have clouded her judgement, suppressed her mind and pulled back sharply to meet fiery blues eyes; eyes that she would have recognised everywhere. His lips quirked into a satisfied smirk as his husky voice slithered out into the room:
"It is done."