"To hell with men anyway, I give up" Legacy Wyndham growled out as she flung herself on her bed. After a long day at the office, where she began as legal consultant for a publishing firm. She angrily dashed a tear from her eyes, as her heard wrenched with the betrayal of the man she had been seeing for the past three months.
The previous Saturday, she had gone out with the girls, to a club, for a bit of dancing and relaxation. Lo and behold, who she spotted as she sat down for a glass of wine....Jackson.....her boyfriend....with a plain faced female who looked more like a tank then a woman. Regardless, her gaze skipped over the woman, to the man her fury was centered upon. The woman probably didn't know he was involved with someone...but Jackson knew, which was worse.
Her eyes turned to a dark hunter green color as she approached Jackson and waited for him to turn around and notice her standing there. Slowly, he turned around and noticed her there, and his eyes widened slightly.
"Well hello there Jackson, out with a friend from work?" Legacy didn't look at the other woman, but waited to hear her reaction.
"Oh hello Legacy, I didn't know you were off of work, please meet my um..fri...."
Before he got to finish, the woman interjected. "Hello I'm Cindy, Jackson's girlfriend" but she began to look confused, as she looked from the vibrant auburn haired young woman, to Jackson.
Raising a delicate brow, Legacy was determined not to cry, instead she lifted her chin slightly in defiance. Taking the woman's hand, she shook it. "Nice to meet you Cindy, I'm Jackson's......ex girlfriend as of tonight" she finished by smiling sweetly.
"Well I must be off now, my friend is waiting for me" But before leaving, Legacy, still smiling sweetly, and her eyes flashing emerald fire, bent low to whisper to Jackson. " You feel these sweetheart?" she took one of his big hands in hers and placed in upon of full breasts and continued " You will never touch these again, nor will you ever taste me ever again, have fun with her" with that, she gripped Jackson's belt and emptied her glass of wine down his pants. Smiling sweetly, she stood proudly at her small 5'1 height, flicked back her hair and walked away. Clenching her teeth in anger and hurt, she closed a small fist over her wine glass, forgetting it was there. Legacy cried out as the shards of glass cut her soft palm, but she didn't care, she continued walking until she was out of the club, her hand covered in blood.
Unbeknownst to her, a dark figure of a man had been watching her as she had confronted her boyfriend. How magnificent this little female was, Hellspawn thought to himself. He watched as her eyes flashed a dark green and her smile was as icy as an Arctic freeze. There she stood in all her glory, dark auburn hair flying wildly down her back, full round breasts heaving slightly with controlled rage......she was all fire and ice....and all woman. The scent of soft exotic perfume trailed in her wake as she walked away. Thinking back through time, Hellspawn remember that scent well when he visited the middle east.....they called that perfume oil Arabian Night. He smiled menacingly, as he foresaw the future for this male called Jackson. He envisioned a lifetime of misery with this Cindy female, as she traps him into marriage with child after child, then killing him in a jealous rage.
Hellspawn dismissed this weak human from his mind, as he walked out of the club after the vibrant young woman. His gaze dropped to the sidewalk, where she passed, noticing a drop of blood that had leaked from her palm. Leaning down slowly, Hellspawn dabbed al ong claw upon the drop, then bringing it to his lips, he closed his onyx black eyes, and tasted the deliciously sweet blood. He became intoxicated by the taste, and knew he had to possess this wild like vixen. Become intangible, his body disappeared from human view, as he trailed behind the young woman he would take tonight...
As Legacy got home, she slammed the heavy oak door behind her, and threw her purse on one of the satin apolstered settee near the wall. Locking the door behind her, she flung off her high heeled shoes, sending them flying, one landing in her cat's water dish, the other flying on the crystal chandelier in her dining room. Not caring for the moment where they land, Legacy walked quietly to her living room to check her messages, when she suddenly hit her toe at the edge of the coffee table, she fell to the floor. Holding her foot, she wondered whether she should laugh or cry at her clumsiness she was cursed with when she's angry. She rolled her eyes at herself as she noticed she split the skin behind her left baby toe, causing it to bleed. Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed the blood on her palm, Had she been so angry, she didn't see she had cut herself at the club? Groaning slightly, Legacy stood up and walked, limping to her bedroom. First thing's first, she needed to call her best friend Johanna on her cell, and tell her what happened and that she's home safe.
Dialing quickly, Legacy waited until her friend picked up.
"Hello?" Johanna's loud voice shouted at the other end.
"Hi Jo it's me Legacy, I just wanted to tell you I"m ok, I came home. I saw Jackson with some twit at the club and I dumped him, so have fun without me ok? Call me tomorrow"
"Oh God, no wonder I couldn't find you, don't do that again please, I was worried. Rest for now and we'll talk in the morning. Love you Cy." "I'm fine, bye hun". Legacy ended the call.