Chapter one
The ground was wet still wet from an earlier rain on the cool Friday evening, the black 1958 cadilliac splashed through a puddle as it drove down the busy city street. More than a few people turned their heads towards the classic car, eyeing the smooth lines, dark paint and tinted windows, it wasn't the type of car one saw ever day and it looked as if it was almost gliding down the avenue through traffic.
Slowly the cadilliac came to a stop along the side the curb, in front of Le Chateaux, one of the best fine dinning experiences in the city. The usher moved quickly to open the rear passenger door and if the old car turned some heads, the woman stepping out of it certainly did. Though she stood at a little around 5'6, there was a presence that seemed to come along with her tiny, athletic frame. With her long dark hair tied back in a pony tail, it swayed with each step she took towards the restaurant, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement as she moved. The usher's eyes racking over her tight backside, which was crammed inside a tight pair of leather pants and when she turned to give him a knowing wink with her black eyes, he paid more attention to the swell of her breasts under the form fitting white blouse.
"Good evening Miss Bathory." The maitre D' Smiled and quickly bowed head his head. "Your usual table?"
"Yes, thank you." Elizabeth inclined her head but not as a show of respect, a scent crossed her nose that she hadn't come across in many years, a scent that was rare and signified a very rare blood type.
Several of the patrons looked up as the woman walked into the dinning room, the maitre D' guided Elizabeth to her table. Moving among the tables Elizabeth's eyes scanned over the crowded restaurant, her black eyes settling on a beautiful blond several tables away, wearing a skin tight red dress, sitting across from what she assumed was her boyfriend.
"Thank you." Taking her seat Elizabeth signaled for her waitress as her eyes continued to devour the blonde, who like others had taken notice of her entrance.
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Sitting at one of the tables was a young couple celebrating their two year anniversary in the restaurant they had their first date in. Sarah Jenson looked across the table at her fiance Mark, who's eyes it seemed where looking elsewhere. "I'm over here." Sarah teased playfully and lightly tapped her foot against Mark's shin.
"I know." Mark quickly brought his attention back to his beautiful girlfriend, who's cheeky little smile showed no real annoyance. "I was just looking for our waitress, our desert should be ready by now and I'm kinda excited to get home."
Putting on a fake look of exasperation, Sarah gave her head a slight shake not at all believing Mark. "No, you're looking for that woman that was sitting over there." Lifting her hand, Sarah pointed to a table two away from them, where there was an empty seat and a still full glass of red wine. "And do you really think you're getting some tonight after staring at another woman all night!"
"I was not staring!" The little grin crossing Sarah's face proved she was just putting him on, but Mark still felt it best to deny that he had been checking the stranger out more and more since she had arrived. "With how amazing you look tonight, I barely even noticed that she was there."
Raising her eyebrows Sarah appreciated that pathetic attempt by Mark, though she did know that the red dress she was wearing had made Mark whistle when he had first seen her in it, plus she had caught a few other of the restaurants patrons looking her way. The strapless dress clung to her body, highlighting her ample breasts and the wide flare of her hips and firm backside. "Barely even noticed?"
"Well I mean I noticed her, who wouldn't?" Shrugging Mark joined in with Sarah's smile, they always shared a playful banter, "And I'm not the only one who noticed her, am I?"
"No." Sarah laughed and shrugged, she had of course noticed the woman the moment she had been seated. From her long black hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, along with her tight fitting blouse and black leather pants, she radiated a presence unlike anything that Sarah had felt before. Though she had a youthful face, looking in her mid twenties about the same age as Sarah herself, there was an aged wisdom and power behind her dark eyes. "She is gorgeous no question there."
Mark smiled a devilish little smile and chuckled while he gave a slight shrug. "Maybe you're planning to leave me for her then? If you think she's sooo gorgeous."
"She is gorgeous, maybe I will?" Teasing Mark she gave him an eye roll as she slowly got up from the table. "Idiot...I'll be right back, don't eat the entire piece of cake when it gets here."
"No promises." Mark watched Sarah walk towards the back of the restaurant, her ass swaying with each step in the red dress, he chuckled catching an older man checking out his girlfriend.
Walking into the ladies room, Sarah could hear someone talking in one of the three stalls. Shaking her head that someone couldn't even get off the phone to use the toilette, Sarah paused for a moment as she thought she heard a soft moan come from the same stall. Being as quiet as she could Sarah had little choice but to take the stall next to the woman.
"No things have changed, you will have to collect young Emily on your own...does that feel good?."
"Emily?" Sarah mouthed the name to herself, Emily being the name of the waitress that was serving her and Mark. The lady speaking had a thick eastern european accent and Sarah's curiosity seemed to get the better of her as she leaned closer to the wall. "Collect?"
"Yes, you may play with her all you want. Just make sure my new guests room is ready by morning."
"What the...?" Sarah almost had her ear against the wall, she could clearly hear soft moans mixed in with the woman's words and she couldn't help herself from leaning down to peek under the stall. "Oh..." There was two people in the stall, both standing up, one clearly pressed up against the far wall, her nylon covered legs where spread for the woman who was stiletto boots.
"I know it can be risky, you worry to much. Besides this one is rare and It seems destiny even gift wrapped her for me, she's wearing my favourite color...red."
"Red?" Sarah again mouthed to herself and she felt herself getting nervous, sitting back as she listened and wondered if this woman was talking about her. There was one other women in the restaurant that was wearing red and Sarah felt herself shiver knowing that woman was likely in her eighties.
"I don't think it'll be much of a problem, the way her and her boyfriend have been looking at me all evening, she's definitely curious about me. Plus she's been eaves dropping on my conversation for the last few minutes..."
Both of Sarah's green eyes went wide and she quickly finished up, getting her underwear and dress straightened before rushing out of the stall. Trying to hurry Sarah turned on the taps not waiting for it to warm up before slathering soap on her hands, the sound of the other stall door opening caused her to jump.
