There he sat. So smug. He was quite a handsome specimen of a man to be sure and he knew it. Knew the effect he had on women but it didn't really matter to him. He was very particular in his tastes. But still, he was admired by all the female vixens as they flaunted their bodies in full view for him to see, touch, admire. But he was no ordinary man for he walked the streets of the night and not by day. Creatures such as he had lived for centuries amidst the taverns in search of one who could be not a match but also a mate.
This tavern of which he had frequented many times always held a variety of females who would willingly give of themselves to him. But he had not found the one to which he longed for…..not until, tonight.
He sensed her near. This new feeling prevailed as his dark eyes narrowed and he scanned the room. But he didn't see her. So why could he 'feel' her? Was her energy so strong that it reached out to him from beyond these walls, beckoning him to find her? His eyes turned as he continued to sense her nearness and began to glow with desire. An emotion he had held in check for so long now that it was as intoxicating as the taste of blood.
The door opened only slightly and the scent of her nearness captivated him. He saw her immediately, knew she was the one to whom he had waited. His lips curved slightly as he felt his fangs grow longer with not only lust but…..desire.
She was all he had hoped for too as he watched her cross the room and speak to the bartender. Slowly she turned and headed towards the stairs which led to rooms above. As her small foot landed quietly on the top step he watched in amazement as she turned and looked directly at him and smiling. Such a sensuous smile too. But it was her eyes which held him spellbound. For they bore into him with the deepest shade of violet blue he had ever seen and sparkled with untold promise of ecstasy.
He raised his glass to his lips as he watched her turn and disappear out of sight. His breath quickened as he had watched her almost float up the stairway. The image was burned into him, as if she had branded him. How her hips did sway seductively with each step she took. The long red dress clung to her body revealing not only slender and shapely hips, but also had given him a glance of just how voluptuous her were breasts. The back of the dress was cut very low and he allowed his imagination free roam as he knew she had to have worn nothing at all under this type of dress.
He watched the bartender climb the stairway next carrying a bottle of chardonnay and two wine glasses. Within minutes he had reappeared empty handed.
