Snippet #1838185

As he stood on the small terrace of the hotel room he had spent the night in, Aaron smiled to himself and took a sip of wine. He could feel the wind blowing, but couldn't feel the temperature of it on his skin, nor the way it felt when it played with his hair. His eyebrows furrowed and he pushed those thoughts away.
"No use in reminiscing..." he whispered to himself. Aaron turned and stepped back into the room, the girl who had spent the night with him was gone, but her perfume still hung in the air. He dressed himself in his exquisite clothing and made sure nothing was out of order in the room. With a satisfied smile he walked out the door and onto the street. The woman from last night had escaped his fangs only because he had fed the day before. It seemed easier to avoid feeding, when other... attractions presented themselves. He closed his eyes for a moment before walking down the street at a casual pace.

"Coins for a beggar?" a man asked in a raspy, old voice. Aaron hardly noticed him but handed him some coins from his pocket. It didn't matter. He could just as well have given him the full contents of his wallet. The young man had a fortune at his disposal, but he was still good at saving his money.
"Much obliged sir!" the man said and bowed deeply before walking away, crooked and broken.
Fortunately, I will never end like that. he thought and smiled a wicked smile.
The working people were going off to join their friends and co-workes on the taverns and inns, scattered across London. One in particular caught Mr. Blackmoores' attention though. He stopped for a while and sniffed, savoring the scent in the air. Not of food, but of women. Perfume. Blood. He stepped towards the tavern, and headed inside. Only a few people were there now, but more were bound to come. A woman - an angry looking woman - stood behind the counter and welcomed him. That was a welcome, right? Aaron dismissed the thought and flashed a smile at her, ordering wine and food for himself. He seated himself in the corner of the tavern, where the light wouldn't quite reach. Only half his face was illuminated when he leaned back. He closed his eyes, waiting for the meal. The scent of a woman caught him. He turned his head slightly, savoring. Young. he thought, making out what kind of person she was, before he looked at her. The young beautiful girl walked across the room, greeting the customers. Aaron frowned. He would have enjoyed being greeted by her.
Aaron followed her with his eyes, leaning back into the shadows, only half his face visible.

She was exquisite. Beautiful. Beguiling. Attractive. Young. Aaron couldn't help his stare. He had always posessed the ability to lure his prey in with only his eyes, and could seduce women with this. He smiled again and hoped to himself that she would be the one serving his meal. This was what he 'lived' for, if that was what he did. At least, this was what made him hunt. The thrill of it, the sensation of holding another person's life in your hands. Or fangs.