He listened to the soft, rhythmic clicking of his boot heels upon the cold asphalt as he turned from the well lit main street into a deserted alleyway. The dark shadows of the alley stretched and loomed menacingly, though the young man seemed unaffected by the darkness as he leaned comfortably against a desolate brick building. Snow covered the ground and all the chimneys in the city expelled black smoke from an attempt by the dwellers to shield themselves from the bitter winter cold. Still, he wore no jacket, gloves, or scarf.
In fact, he looked like he didn't notice the chill even though his body was covered in little more than dark jeans, boots, and a long sleeved gray t-shirt. He did not even exhale steam as all the passer-bys on the main street did. He simply looked like he was waiting for a mid-afternoon bus on a sunny summer day. It was fortunate that he did not concern himself with being spotted by anyone of any consequence, as he did not seem to make an effort to blend in with his surroundings.
As he waited, he began to get restless so he began pacing through the shadows, stopping now and again to cast out his senses and to light a cigarette, closing his eyes briefly as he sensually exhaled the smoke.
Finally, he heard a pair of stiletto heels snapping much more purposely than his steps had indicated only moments ago. "You Mr. Thomas?" A sultry, yet incessant, voice inquired through the darkness. The prostitute pulled her fur coat closer to her body as she took a few curious steps towards the dark figure in the alleyway. This guy better tip well, Shawna thought as she shivered against the cold.
He very slowly slid the lit cigarette behind his ear but made no move towards her. At his delay, Shawna decided to take in his form and noted that at least he seemed attractive from a distance. Unlike her normal clientele, he was far from the short, overweight, balding men that believed a hooker would solve all their life's problems. This man was tall, at least 6'5", and young. She guessed him to be no more than twenty two years old. His short, tousled hair looked dark, but as he shifted his head to stick the cigarette behind his ear, she noted that the moon illuminated a reddish tinge, making his hair a more russet color. She could not get a good look at his face in the darkness, other than to note the masculine features. His jaw was angular and covered with just the right amount of stubble. Sweeping in the rest of his appearance, Shawna noted that he was no doubt muscular but not in a body-builder type of way. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, and she guessed that his stomach graced a six-pack. His arms were not so thick as to give him a swagger, but they were toned. Everything about him pointed to an active lifestyle and possibly even hard labor. Frankly, from what she could see of him, he was gorgeous.
Frustrated that he had not yet answered her, she strode purposefully up to him to get him going. Before she realized what had happened, the figure snapped around and pushed her back up against the same building he had been leaning upon moments ago. As he did, he pulled her legs up and forced them to lock around his waist and tugged at the thong she had on under a tight leather skirt. Well, I guess he just likes to get to it, thought Shawna as she smiled and pulled at his t-shirt. Instead of removing the clothing, he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned her arms above her head. Try as she might, she could not dislodge herself from his grip. At this instant, fear touched Shawna's mind for the first time. She strained to see the man's face, but it was too hidden by deep shadows to make out anything other than the vague shape.
She felt the man's warm hand stroke under her skirt, teasing her thighs and delving into her folds. She found herself surprisingly wet as his hand burned a trail from her skin into her core and out. It seemed as if everywhere he touched erupted into sensual flames. Considering her experience in the sex department, she was pleased to find him having this effect on her. He thrust two fingers into her core and she arched against his hand, moaning in satisfaction. She bucked against his hand, moaning and groaning, "Oh yeah, baby, just like thaaaaaaaaaaat" she encouraged. Shawna could not think beyond the delicious feelings welling up inside of her. It was as if every perfect sexual experience of her life was coming back to her, tenfold. Her pussy was dripping wet already, and they still had a long way to go.
His head finally dipped towards her upper body, and she became excited at the thought of his lips locked on her hard nipples, but the movement had caused his face to be cast into harsh lighting from the main street. She screamed just before the man impaled her neck with his sharp incisors, but as he began to suckle her warm blood from her body, her scream of fear turned into cries of passion. Her nipples and clit felt as if an unseen presence were deliciously toying with them and waves of heat traveled up and down her spine. Her body bucked and convulsed against his hand, begging to feel more of him. She began to close her eyes as her last thoughts were of the incredible pleasure her body had found itself in. Darkness overtook her, and finally, her heart stopped.
The man licked the wound upon her neck, and when he dropped her body to the ground, it was as cold as the asphalt upon which it lay and not a mark was left upon it. The man staggered deeper into the alleyway, looking as if he were possessed. His movements were jerky and he coughed heavily.
