Post by Taylor Kane on Apr 7, 2011 11:27:38 GMT -5
The English vampire walked alone, out and about hunting for a vic- er..a light snack to slake his fierce hunger. Taylor was the type of fellow that could blend in with the people of Seattle, making it an excellent hunting ground. He looked like any other guy showing his identification and paying the cover charge for entry to the Sunset Tavern.
What attracted him there in the first place? The name of the establishment. What better time than sunset for a vampire? It was laughable. Taylor had racked up a sizeable cash flow from extracting monies from various bank accounts he hacked into. Brilliant mind, Oxford graduate, Summa Cum Laude. His computer skills paled in comparison to his surgical skill. He was a doctor over at the Lycan Clinic, a place for preturnaturals to get fixed up, especially when pumped full of silver.
Tonight's entree: A bubbly girl named Tiffany. Judging by the size of the rock on her ring finger she was engaged and very rich. Just the kind of person that Taylor preferred. No mind tricks, or voice tricks were used. He just grinned at her, and offered her a seat at his table in the back. A shadowy place, away from the other patrons. Music blared from a band on stage, and Taylor Kane got right down to the business at hand. It turned out that Tiffany LOVED vampires.
And when we say LOVE we mean loveeee. She climbed aboard Taylor's jean covered lap, the side slits in her short skirt riding high up on her creamy thighs, red tinted manicured hands upon his broad shoulders. Leaning forward to whisper something in her ear, she giggled, rubbing her full bosom against his chest. HIs tongue snaked out of his mouth, and licked her pulsepoint, and she cooed softly. "Bite me, Taylor. Please." she begged.
His hand slipping into her golden mane he scratched her scalp and then firmly grasped her hair, exposing her pale throat and throbbing pulsepoint. Like a flash of lightning, his eyes changed from obsidian to gold, and his fangs sank deep into the jugular vein. Her reaction was instantaneous. She moaned ecstatically, yet no one could hear her as he fed from the font of her neck. Tiffany's body ground into his crotch, and she shuddered several times before her body gave in to the Ardeur. Panties soaked with her bodily juices, Taylor kissed the spot and licked it with a swirl of his tongue to close the wound he made.
Warm human blood. There was nothing like it, especially in the throes of an orgasmic rush. He cast Tiffany aside, her blue eyes glazed and her skin flushed. She would be forever seeking him out, always yearning for his bite, needing to feel the strokes of a thousand fingers on her womanhood. For he was Belle Morte, a sweet death to be sure..
