She smelt of cheap alcohol and a brand of cheap vanilla perfume, both scents nearly drowned out by the odor of sweaty bodies and more cheap body spray. I had followed her to the bar with the intent of getting her alone but my plans took an interesting turn when two females joined her, friends no doubt. I sat at the bar with their table in sight and focused my senses on her as I stared vacantly into my glass.
The hours slowly passed by and the smell of her perfume was starting to be overpowered by the alcohol on her breath. Her name was Emily, a simple name for a simple young woman. From what I could gather Emily's 'no good boyfriend' had cheated on her only a day before and her friends talked her into coming out to celebrate. None of them left their table to join the mass on the dance floor, even when any of their favorite songs blared over the speakers.
I caught the attention of one of the wandering waitresses, telling her to send Emily a Kiss-In-The-Dark as I slipped her a fifty as payment for the drink and as a tip. I turned my body towards their table and waited, watching as they continued their complaints about men turned to surprised silence as the drink was placed before their recently scorned friend. The waitress motioned towards me and my eyes finally met Emily's.
"Wow, he's a hottie."
"Go and talk to him, Em."
"I don't know; I mean its only been a day."
"So what! He'll be your revenge!"
"Go!"
Emily stood and walked towards me, drink in hand. My eyes never left hers and I gave her a soft smile as I stood and moved towards her. We met in the middle of the floor, our eyes locked and only the sound of the music drifting between us. I could barely see my face reflected in her brown eyes, my image only a shadow in those earthy orbs.
I smiled once more as I took the drink from her hand, "Why don't we get out of here." She didn't protest as I took her hand and led her towards the door, leaving the untouched drink on the bar with a quick smile at the bartender.
We moved down a nearby ally, swerving between trashcans and discarded crates. Emily giggled and said something that was caught by the wind; all I cared about was getting away from security cameras. When I was greeted by the familiar sight of a rundown restaurant I turned to my tipsy friend.
"You know," Emily giggled as she leaned into me, "I've never done this before."
I flashed her a smile. "Just relax and I'll do the rest."
It happened in an instant. Emily was pinned against the wall with a look of silent horror on her face as I bit viciously into her neck. I felt the first spurt of blood hit the back of my throat and tasted cheap alcohol that she had been drinking. She made to attempt to fend me off as I continued to take mouthful after mouthful of her blood and made no sound as her life began to fade. This time I decided to take that life rather then leave her to be found by some random passerby; I didn't know how long it would be before my next meal.
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"She was his mate, you idiot." Natasha threw a book at me with a growl. "I thought you would be a little more careful when going into someones territory."
I caught the book by it's cover, closing it softly and placing it on the desk beside me. "She had no brand, how could I tell she belonged to Tristan?"
