Snippet #1839820

She really was something different. So full of life and vigor and joy. Every man in there seemed to come for the meals, and for the company of this young girl.
One man swooped an arm around her as she stood from the piano, and it was obvious that he fancied her. The ideas of how to dispose of him, if need be, already presented themselves in his mind. It wouldn't be a problem. It rarely was.
The old man, Mr. Owens as Aaron heard, said something about young girls disappearing. The vampire couldn't help smiling. More people were coming in and he observed each of them from his remote seat in the tavern. If he concentrated, he could hear their hearts beat. Even in here, where there were a lot of them.
Aaron smiled when he heard the heartbeat of the young man, Ethan, as he talked tp the girl.

The woman from the counter shouted again, and the girl hurried to do as she was bid. Aaron turned his head and listened carefully. All other conversations seemed to fade out, and turned to faint mumbling in the background. Only his own breathing, and the words between the two women were clear. She really was an angry old lady.
She'd been quick enough to figure out that Aaron had no shortage of funds, and she desired his ring as well. He contemplated giving it to her, but decided against it. He wouldn't want to be parted from it as it held a lot of memories.
As the young girl approached, he was clearly aware of her discomfort. She wanted to avoid his eyes but as any other time, she was lured in by them. Aaron kept his gaze on her though, careful not to bare his fangs just now. The food he was about to eat held no real interest for him, but it would look odd if he came into a tavern and didn't eat. Food, at least.

The meal was ridiculously over-priced. But what did he care, he'd pay for it none the less. Nothing was going to spoil his evening, and Aaron didn't need unnecessary attention. She put the food down in front of him and asked if that was all, but just as she withdrew her arm, he grabbed her wrist gently. Aaron smiled at her and stood up politely, he wasn't hurting her but yet controlled her with his own hand. The veins under her skin felt warm and pulsed with every beat of her heart. Her scent reached him and he breathed in silently. "Emmaline..." Aaron repeated. If his prey was easy, he could make women succumg to his will merely by his voice, and the weight of his words. He took one step closer to her, revealing his face so she could see all of it. "Thank you, for taking care of a poor soul." His hand found hers and he slid the payment of the meal into her palm, and closed it, smiling at the thought. Did he even have a soul?. Then his right hand found her pocket, and he slid an conciderate addition into it. All of this, of course, escaped the attention of her Aunt and Uncle. "And this," Aaron said in a low, intriguing voice. "Is in case she takes this out of your pay."
Then he bowed to her and kissed her hand, his fangs dangerously close to her veins. But he kept control and did nothing but stand back up.