Music vibrated the walls of her high flat over the streets of Chicago. It was a Friday and she was...thirsty, at least for blood. The rest had to wait. No one complained, no one who even lived near her bothered to inquire or wonder about her strange habits. As much as humans claimed to be the top of the food chain as well as intelligent creatures. A prey always knew a predator when they saw one. There was no one way to tell when it came to a vampire. It could be their perfect skin, perfect bodies, deep hypnotic voices, or their black hollow eyes. Everything both repelled and attracted. It was all so very strange, so most turned away. Good for them, because as soon as you look into the black orbs, there's no going back. The huntings have become more frequent. The entire race is under stress over the new war with the magic pests. Wizards. They will never understand how it is to live when someone tells you you can't eat. Needless to say, the situation has escalated rather quickly without much kindling. The recent spell-murder on Lord Druganin, Recent transfer from our russian brothers. He was a good man.
Seraphine would not allow herself to mourn any longer. She had just finished fixing her thick and long fire red hair and was now getting dressed in her best little black dress that showed off her intricate tattoos over her back and legs. The boys didn't stand a chance tonight. After clipping in her stockings, slipping on her pumps and refreshing her lipstick, Seraphine ran her tongue over her fangs and was out of the door in what would look to be an instant. Once she was down stairs, two of her fellow vamp friends we waiting on her. The were definitely a site walking down the street to the new goth club in town. The shorter one, Aaliyah, was about 5'3 with cocoa skin and a bad attitude. The second ,Milka, looked like she belonged in the Moscow Ballet. She was tall and willowy with impossibly straight blonde hair. They quickly arrived at the club and walked in with no objection from the large gentleman at the door who was , coincidentally, one of them. Bodies were convulsing on the dance floor as the music made their chests quiver. Seaphine smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. They had no trouble finding willing partners to dance with. A tall man with a spiked collar and mesh shirt beckoned Seraphine too him and she almost scowled. The arrogance. At least male vampire had something to be more proud of. This young man was wearing more mascara than her. But alas, nature was calling and she could feel her fangs lengthen at the process and she glided to him and led him to the dance floor. Not surprising to anyone, he had Roman fingers that liked to test the limits of her garter belt, but unlike most women, she didn't mind. Let the poor soul enjoy a touch before the finale. % songs and one billion grabs for her ass later and he was sweating like a pig. She, of course, was not. She made eye contact with Milka and Aaliyah. They all lead their partners to the rear exit.
"And where are we going now gorgeous?"
Seraphine batted her eyelashes and brought her face to his neck and inhaled before giving it a flick of her tongue, enjoying the way he tensed beneath her like a kitten. "We are going somewhere more private, my dear. I cannot wait any longer to devour you." The statement made in her thick Irish accent was the closest thing to the truth she could inform him.
He looked as if he was going to squeal like a small boy at the prospect and she finally led him out of the door, trying not to roll her eyes. No matter the generation, men were always the same and was always the same technique. Hey, don't fix it if it ain't broken. She was in a deeper part of the alley than her two friends but they could all see each other, not that any of these men knew the difference.
The mascaraed Don Juan pushed her against the disgusting alley wall and she grunted, pushing him off of her and pulling him so his back was too the wall. She was always in charge. She kissed, no matter how much she didn't want to, but it didn't last long before she trailed her lips down his neck. He was very eager at this point which actually made Seraphine a lot happier. The faster she could drain him, the quicker she could move to her next meal. She lightly bit on his neck and judging from the sounds he was making he was extremely grateful. She raised her head and bared her fangs, whether the young man saw them or not, the slight stench of fear waft into her nose, but it died as soon as her fangs sunk into his jugular. Luckily for the hunted, the bite is one of the most pleasurable things a human can experience...before they died of course. He was tasty enough, she supposed. It wasn't like the old days, when blood was pure and mostly clean. Now if it's not the over-the-counter's dulling their senses and pounding through their bloodstream, it was the illegal kind.
Seraphine drank as quickly as she could and let the boy's body drop with a thud as she licked the remaining blood from her lips, she took the mans wallet and sliced the front of his neck with her retractable claw. It was of the utmost importance that we stay in peoples nightmares, and out of their reality. Smoothing out her hair and dress she turned to face her friends.
"Sera are you finished?"
"It looks to be that way"
Seraphine would not allow herself to mourn any longer. She had just finished fixing her thick and long fire red hair and was now getting dressed in her best little black dress that showed off her intricate tattoos over her back and legs. The boys didn't stand a chance tonight. After clipping in her stockings, slipping on her pumps and refreshing her lipstick, Seraphine ran her tongue over her fangs and was out of the door in what would look to be an instant. Once she was down stairs, two of her fellow vamp friends we waiting on her. The were definitely a site walking down the street to the new goth club in town. The shorter one, Aaliyah, was about 5'3 with cocoa skin and a bad attitude. The second ,Milka, looked like she belonged in the Moscow Ballet. She was tall and willowy with impossibly straight blonde hair. They quickly arrived at the club and walked in with no objection from the large gentleman at the door who was , coincidentally, one of them. Bodies were convulsing on the dance floor as the music made their chests quiver. Seaphine smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. They had no trouble finding willing partners to dance with. A tall man with a spiked collar and mesh shirt beckoned Seraphine too him and she almost scowled. The arrogance. At least male vampire had something to be more proud of. This young man was wearing more mascara than her. But alas, nature was calling and she could feel her fangs lengthen at the process and she glided to him and led him to the dance floor. Not surprising to anyone, he had Roman fingers that liked to test the limits of her garter belt, but unlike most women, she didn't mind. Let the poor soul enjoy a touch before the finale. % songs and one billion grabs for her ass later and he was sweating like a pig. She, of course, was not. She made eye contact with Milka and Aaliyah. They all lead their partners to the rear exit.
"And where are we going now gorgeous?"
Seraphine batted her eyelashes and brought her face to his neck and inhaled before giving it a flick of her tongue, enjoying the way he tensed beneath her like a kitten. "We are going somewhere more private, my dear. I cannot wait any longer to devour you." The statement made in her thick Irish accent was the closest thing to the truth she could inform him.
He looked as if he was going to squeal like a small boy at the prospect and she finally led him out of the door, trying not to roll her eyes. No matter the generation, men were always the same and was always the same technique. Hey, don't fix it if it ain't broken. She was in a deeper part of the alley than her two friends but they could all see each other, not that any of these men knew the difference.
The mascaraed Don Juan pushed her against the disgusting alley wall and she grunted, pushing him off of her and pulling him so his back was too the wall. She was always in charge. She kissed, no matter how much she didn't want to, but it didn't last long before she trailed her lips down his neck. He was very eager at this point which actually made Seraphine a lot happier. The faster she could drain him, the quicker she could move to her next meal. She lightly bit on his neck and judging from the sounds he was making he was extremely grateful. She raised her head and bared her fangs, whether the young man saw them or not, the slight stench of fear waft into her nose, but it died as soon as her fangs sunk into his jugular. Luckily for the hunted, the bite is one of the most pleasurable things a human can experience...before they died of course. He was tasty enough, she supposed. It wasn't like the old days, when blood was pure and mostly clean. Now if it's not the over-the-counter's dulling their senses and pounding through their bloodstream, it was the illegal kind.
Seraphine drank as quickly as she could and let the boy's body drop with a thud as she licked the remaining blood from her lips, she took the mans wallet and sliced the front of his neck with her retractable claw. It was of the utmost importance that we stay in peoples nightmares, and out of their reality. Smoothing out her hair and dress she turned to face her friends.
"Sera are you finished?"
"It looks to be that way"