-Raven-
Intriguing. That is the only way I can describe him. All my years of existence and 'intriguing' is the best I can do? Pathetic. Something about him fascinated me to no end, yet felt faintly familiar. I felt drawn to him... A human, no less! Perhaps, it was just the hunger talking, it had nearly been twenty-four hours since I drained the poor sap that picked the wrong lady to try to mug; I was in no mood for that nonsense.
He ordered his drink from the short, blond, and very busty female bartender that was, without a doubt, trying to coax him to her bedroom. In the midst of his declination, I noticed the pulse in his neck, full and bounding beneath his pale skin. The tattoos crept up, slightly licking my target. I slowly ran my tongue over my fangs in anticipation, he was going to be a treat.
He stood at the bar with black, beautiful ink adorning his taut, stone-like arms. I couldn't help but notice that ever so often, he would impatiently run his fingers through his jet black hair and glance up at the clock. I sexily sauntered over to him and took a seat at the bar.
"Hi," I hissed, carefully ensuring my fangs were hidden from sight.
"Hey, sorry, I-," he started, his sentence breaking when he met my eyes. He stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me in awe.
'Typical,' I thought, aware I would have to make the first move, as usual. "My name is Raven, and you are...?" I said, extending my hand.
"Keegan," he replied, snapping out of his trance and bending down to kiss my hand. He pressed his warm lips against my skin, pausing only slightly at the coolness.
"What brings you to this place... alone?" I asked, leering deeply into his eyes.
"Well, I-uh, have a date... a bl-blind date," he said, stammering over his words, "but she was supposed to be here over twenty minutes ago.. I'm afraid that I've been stood up," he chuckled.
"Any girl who would stand you up has gotta be outta her damn mind," the idiot girl behind the bar interjected, leaning seductively on the bar, causing me to shoot a cautionary look in her direction.
"Heh, thanks," Keegan said, blowing off the girl's compliment, his eyes never leaving my face. I had him, time to make our exit.
"Well," I began, probing his grey eyes with my own, "if you're sure your date stood you up, why don't we get out of here...together?"
Staring blankly back at me, he began to speak, "Yes, that seems like a good idea, just let me pay for my drink and I'll be right with you." He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He paid the bartender and told her to keep the change. Her mouth was slightly agape as she watched the man she had been throwing herself at for the last forty-five minutes offer me his arm and agree to leave with me after less than ten.
"What the fuck does she have that I don't have? It's not fucking fair..." her thoughts were even more puzzled and scattered than she looked.