Well, well, well... my Josef-muse was kinda chatty tonight so here it is.. part numero trois.
Author notes: This is a multichapter kind of thing... and for the first time I'm trying out the first person view when writing.
Rated R for safety reasons...
Disclaimer: If you recognize it then I don't own it. A few of the characters are though, such as Cat, Mia, Maria and Tina. Any resemblance between them and any living, dead or fictional characters is purely coincidental!
Comments are still the only food my muses accept so please... send any comments you have, good or bad.
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Cat
From the second we arrived at the party my friends kept hovering around me. It annoyed me that they seemed to think I was that fragile. At the same time I was kind grateful for it when I noticed the looks from the men in the room. It was definitely not the kind of looks I'm used to getting. After some time though, their hovering got a little smothering and I found myself trying to edge myself away from them. They looked very much at home in this surrounding while I felt like the mongrel who was allowed to go along for the ride out of pity. The dress did nothing to help. It merely made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
I listened to the conversation and smiled whenever my friends looked at me but as soon as they looked away I let the smile fade. As I edged myself further from my friends and closer to the corner I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I turned my head and saw a guy shamelessly roaming my body with his eyes. The hunger in his eyes made me blush and I felt even more uncomfortable.
"That blush is very enticing, makes your skin look very tasty. Why don't we find ourselves some privacy so I can find out if you are as delicious as you look?" the stranger said and held out his hand for me to take. The crudeness of his offer sent a shiver of disgust down my back. The hunger in his eyes that never ventured up past my neck didn't do anything in his favour.
"Sorry, not interested", I answered curtly and turned away to, so to speak, give him the cold shoulder. Before I turned around I noticed the surprise in his eyes but thankfully he took the not so subtle hint and left. The interaction did nothing to convince me the dress was a good choice for this party however.
Shortly after the unpleasant encounter I had managed to make my way further into the shadows of the corner. Unfortunately it didn't seem to help since I was approached by another man. This one managed to slightly hide the hunger in his eyes as he let them slowly slide over my body before reaching my eyes.
"Could I interest such a beautiful lady in a stroll out in the moonlight perhaps?" the man asked politely. He managed to keep his eyes away from my boobs and mostly meeting mine. They did begin to wander downwards a few times but he managed to stop them when he reached my neck.
"Thank you for the lovely compliment but I'm sorry, I'm not interested", I said trying to be polite and yet make it abundantly clear I wasn't interested. He had been much more polite than the other man but the hidden hunger in his eyes made it abundantly clear that he wasn't asking for a walk but something more. His eyes showed surprise at my answer but he took the rejection well and politely wished me a pleasant evening before excusing himself.
I inched myself further in to the shadows of the corner and leaned my back against the wall. Hopefully I would be able to stay out of sight until I could excuse myself and head home to my bed and finish Titanic.
The unusual feeling of my hair falling down my shoulder had started to make me slightly warm and sweaty in the back of my neck. I finally gave up and lifted my hair, allowing the cool air of the room the caress it and sighed with relief at the feeling. Just as I lifted my other hand to stir the air slightly I saw him. I had, of course, noticed him before. After all, he was the host of this shindig. Now he was moving across the floor toward me. There was something almost predatory in the way he sauntered toward me and I could feel a slight flutter in my belly as his eyes caressed my face.
Usually, the boyish looking guys were not my type. I liked the strong, manly and slightly older guys. Correction, men. I always fall for men, more precisely bad men. The ones you could tell from the start wouldn't be good for you. This guy looked like he was my age. I had seen him moving around the room with a boyish smile on his lips. Definitely no danger there. This was different. Despite the continued boyish look on his face, his eyes were in no way boyish. Neither was the way he moved. There was no other word for it. He looked like a predator who was stalking his prey. That alone made him more interesting. The fact that I seemed to be the prey made my skin tingle all over.
As his eyes slowly made their way down the length of my body I allowed myself the freedom of doing the same. I let my eyes move away from that face over his surprisingly broad shoulders down his tall frame in that gorgeous (was that Armani?) suit and back up again. I reached his eyes just as he had reached where I was standing.
"Good evening, may I introduce myself? I am Josef Kostan" he said and held out his hand. I noticed the self satisfied gleam in his eyes which led me to believe he had obviously noticed the slight desire he had stirred up in me.
"Good evening Mr. Kostan, I am Caitlyn Jones" I said and placed my hand in his. He surprised me when he raised my hand to his lips and kissed the top of it before he smiled at me. It reminded me so much of the scene in Titanic that I could feel my knees go soft. I managed to keep myself standing up but the amused and self satisfied look in his eyes told me he had noticed.
"Caitlyn Jones" he said my name as if he was tasting it.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady", he continued flashing me a grin. The comment managed to sober me up and I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Really? You're actually using that line?" I said, smiling at him. He looked surprised for a tiny second and then the grin was back.
"Why not, if it's true?" he asked, raising an eyebrow of his own. The question threw me for a second and then I grinned back at him.
"That may be but I had expected something more original from someone as well known as you Mr. Kostan" I replied smiling sweetly at him.
"Josef" he said. I blinked and then nodded.
"Josef..." I smiled at him as I said his name. If I wasn't mistaken there was a hint of desire in his eyes as he heard me say his name but it was gone before I could make sure. Instead, his eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Drink?" he asked as he grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing by waiter. He held out the glass for me.
"No thank you, I try to stay away from alcohol" I said and smiled as I saw him raise his eyebrows.
"You say no to champagne?" I simply smiled and nodded as an answer to his question. Then came the question that surprised me the most, and meant I would never wear that dress again.
"Where is your keeper?"
Josef
I could sense the exact moment she noticed me walking toward her. Her body tensed for a second before her pulse fluttered with delight. As I walked closer to her I let my eyes caress her body. Her neck had a soft hue of sweat on it, but no visible bite marks. The cleavage with just enough skin showing, her waist, the exquisite curve of her hip and the perfect legs that were just round and long enough for my taste. I could feel her eyes caressing my body as well. From deep within I could feel that longing for appreciation rear its ugly head again. When her eyes met mine I saw it. Deep down her eyes gleamed with desire and that soothed the beast.
"Good evening, may I introduce myself? I am Josef Kostan" I said and held out my hand to her praying that she hadn't noticed how eagerly I waited to be allowed to touch her.
"Good evening Mr. Kostan, I am Caitlyn Jones" when she placed her hand in mine I couldn't help but lift it to my mouth. Taking just a second longer than etiquette normally allowed I graced her knuckled with my lips. Her scent was intoxicating. It was something between peaches and some wild exotic flower. As my lips touched her knuckles I could hear her heart quicken and sense the very vague shift in her that meant her knees had gone weak. At least I wasn't alone in feeling this.
"Caitlyn Jones" I said to get a feel for it. It suited her somehow.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady", I said smiling at her. For some reason her eyes became very amused by that comment and she raised an eyebrow at me. She looked very cute with one raised eyebrow.
"Really? You're actually using that line?" her smile teased me. I was slightly surprised I must admit. Most women like that sort of flattery.
"Why not, if it's true?" I asked, raising an eyebrow of my own. Her grin made me feel even more off my game than before but at least I had her smiling at me which was more than she had with the vamps that had tried before me.
"That may be but I had expected something more original from someone as well known as you Mr. Kostan" the sweet and fake innocent smile didn't fool me. The fact that she was biting back made me admire her a little more. I was going to enjoy having her for company for a while.
"Josef" I said and smiled as I noticed the surprise in her eyes.
"Josef..." The way she said my name made me wonder what it would sound like if she said it with desire after I have fed from her. Ok, I need to get back in the game now. I recompose myself and grab a glass of champagne from a passing by waiter.
"Drink?" I asked. I hold out the glass for her.
"No thank you, I try to stay away from alcohol" the comment surprises me. Another thing that distinguishes her from the regular freshies around here.
"You say no to champagne?" her only answer is a smile and a nod. As we have been talking I have been carefully scanning her for any visible bite marks but can't find any. That leaves me to believe her marks must be hidden beneath that dress of hers meaning she must be an exclusive. The thought freezes me. She can't be. I would almost prefer it if she was a complete bite virgin to that. After grazing her rosy skin again I finally can't help but asking.
"Where is your keeper?"
To be continued