The afternoon was clear and muggy, heat settling over the city like a fog. The sun was low in the sky, the darkness gathering in corners, allowing him to prowl, to hunt. His prey - the college coeds here for fun, the innocent and light, the tender and sweet. Tonight they would gather along the sidewalks, to watch the parade of color and noise. Tonight he would watch them. Tonight he would choose, take, savage. Tonight he would feast upon one of their number, devouring her innocence, savoring her sweetness, satisfying his craving for flesh.
A group of four sailed by, chattering and laughing, without a care in the world. Another group, six or eight, the young voices shifting as they paired and unpaired along their path. He heard the laughter from his darkened corner, the joy of it wafting over him like the stench of garbage. sickened, he turned away a moment - and saw her.
She stood alone, looking up and down the sidewalk as if waiting for something, for someone. Waiting for me, he thought, shifting forward a step, then drawing back into darkness. He watched her, waiting for the perfect moment to claim her.
She was blond, a golden blond, her curls spilling down her back like water. As she turned her head, they shifted, smooth, shiny, in the streetlight. Her skin was milk-pale, smooth, her facial features fine and delicate. He couldn't see the color of her eyes, but knew they'd be blue. Would it be a sweet delphinium or a deep cobalt? He imagined how they would look, wide, fearful, as he took what he needed.
Slender as a cat-tail, her body was showcased in fine clothing. The green silk dress slid over her curves, shifting, exposing, sliding, enticing, as she moved restlessly. Soon, my love, he crooned silently, soon I will come for you. her legs were long, bare. The dress ended just below her knee - a modest length befitting her youth - but she had added heels, the three inch slender pylons topped by several straps that hugged her feet and calves.
He moved along the building face, clinging to the darkness as he approached her. She was oblivious, her eyes searching the crowd before her, never feeling the presence behind her. He reached out, touched her arm, slowly stroking his calloused hand over her smooth soft flesh. He barely bit back a groan.
She jerked, turned in surprise and he smiled toothily. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice low, harsh. her eyes - the storm-cloud blue of them - widened and she stepped back, her mouth opening. He fished in his pocket, briefly flashed the blade open and closed, saw her cheeks pale. "Come with me," he repeated, drawing her closer.
She allowed him to guide her into the shadows, to walk with her along the building face, to approach the narrow strip of darkness where he would feed. Her arm trembled under his hand as their hips brushed, then he moved a step back, a step behind, to allow her to enter first.
The alley was pitch black, cramped between brick walls that rose four and five stories high. A forgotten space, there were no windows, no doors at ground level and the narrow corridor wasn't used for anything. Except sex. When he wanted, when he needed, he took them in this dark nook. Easy in, easy out, just like him.
He stepped up close behind her, his body hot and throbbing, his needs aflame. At her whimper, he leaned his head down, his breath whispering in her ear. "Easy, baby," he growled, his arm curling around her waist as he guided them both deeper into the darkness. Away from the crowd, away from the noise. He felt her tremble against him, her slight body quivering against his strength. "That's it, baby," he murmured as they were enveloped in darkness and she became his.
"Welcome to the night, baby," he murmured, pushing her against one wall, enjoying her soft sound of distress as he ran his hands over her ass. Tight, firm muscles, his arousal grew a notch as he bunched her dress in his hands. Ah, smooth, warm skin, as his hands stroked her cheeks, tugged at the thong of silk between.
"Please...don't," she breathed, trembling, the darkness surrounding her, trying to seep inside.
"It must be this way, baby," he growled, lifting the dress more, pulling it over her head. She shivered as she stood - heels, bra, panties - in the alley. "The night demands its feast," he explained, running his hands up and down her sides as he dropped the green silk to the ground.
Slender yet athletic. She whimpered again as he slid a hand up her spine, as he flipped open the hook of her bra. He used both hands - cupping her shoulders, curling his fingers under the straps, then dragging them down - to remove her bra, to expose her full, firm tits. Stepping close, he cupped her mounds, hearing her breath catch, the fearful sound of it making him smile.
"Nice," he chuckled, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden, distending with arousal. She shivered again as he licked the side of her neck, fondling her breasts as they filled his palms. "I like your tits."
He was hard, aching, his penis fully erect, but it wasn't time yet. He could appreciate the grab and grunt, but a night like this, a female like this demanded the full experience. He needed to savor, to enjoy, to possess her and in the end, he would overwhelm her. In the end, his darkness would change her and she would be forever his. Thus, his seed was spread across the earth. And he was immortal.
He brushed a kiss over her bare shoulder as he continued to stroke her breasts. Her skin was warm, even warmer than the night, and soft as dew. She tried to hold herself stiff, to hold herself away from him, but he knew. She was weakening. The hands she pressed flat against the wall trembled as he tweaked her sensitive nipples and kissed the crook of her neck on the other side.
