The heavy smell of cigarette smoke lingered around him. His eyes were covered by a slim pair of sunglasses, causing him to stand out more than he already did. Women who were drastically exposed touched him, and he sent them away, not wanting what they had to offer. The wind began to blow, causing his long coat to flow behind him. His black hair remained still. He could feel the haunting presence coming closer. He needed it whatever it was. With his pale delicate hand, he flicked off his sunglasses, placing them in the inside pocket of his coat. His eyes shamed the silver moon above him.

The presence grew closer, faster than it had before. His heart beat raced with it. He had felt this way many times, but the feeling always seemed new, but he was always ready.

With a heavy sigh he turned to the street, and walked. There she was. A girl. Her beauty was plain and innocent. Her hair chestnut brown, was long and untamed. She was beautiful, and so young. She did not know that her stalker has lived many life times.

He casually walked to her.

“Excuse me madam, but do you have the time?”

She looked up at him, with honey eyes, and fell victim to his hypnotic stare.

She opened her mouth but no words dared to go past her lips.

“I beg you, forgive me, but you have the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen.”He said stroking her cheek.

He knew he could have her if he would play the Romeo to her Juliet. The though excited him.

“I am Dorian.” He took her hand in his, and pressed his chilled lips to her warm skin.

“Oh!”She gasped startled by his touch, “your so-“

“Cold? I get that a lot.” He smiled, “Would you like to join me? I crave a mid-night stroll, afterwards, perhaps, we could get a bite to eat?”

The honey-eyed girl looked deeper into Dorian’s eye.

“Alright sure.” She agreed sensing some trust.

She wrapped her hand around his offered arm.

With every movement made with grace, he led her to the small park, for a quiet stroll.

“Its ver dark tonight, I hate nights like this, it’s so eerie.” She said coming closer to him, as if needing protection from the world.

“The nigh is the only time to live. Things happen that would never dare show their face in the light. Only at night do people show who they are.” Dorian bent down and tilted the girl’s head, admiring the large vein that throbbed in her neck.

“Are you getting hungry?”She said trailing her hand down his chest.

It was obvious, that he could have her.

“Yes.” He said with a slight seduction in his voice. Staring into her eyes he lowered his lips to hers.

A slight moan of pleasure caught in her throat. His lips moved down her neck.

“Wait stop.” She pleaded.

Dorian ignored her words and continued to glaze her neck with his kiss.

A moan escaped her throat, causing her to forget her request.

Dorian closed his eyes and opened his mouth to bare his longing fangs. With a quick movement, he jerked back his head and sank his fangs into her throbbing vein.



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Orion opened her eyes, a cold sweat covering her ivory skin. The early sun peered through the open curtains, shining on her stringy black hair.

Frogs sang outside making it known that it would be a hot day in New Orleans.

Orion turner her body and placed her feet on the ground, looking in the direction of her large sliding glass window, which lead to the balcony, squinting her emerald greeneyes.

She stood and walked to her old Victorian oak door. With a shake of her head she opened the door and stared at the figure infront of her.

Before her stood an almost childish young woman with flaming red hair that poured in a mess to just below her chin. Her deep violet eyes looked somber and glistened with her tear stained cheeks.

“Hera what is it?” Orion’s white teeth tugged on her own lower lip.

“Its Chelsea.” Hera’s voice trembled with sadness.

“What about her? Is she hurt? Will she be okay?” Orion said quickly.

“She’s dead.”

“What?”

“They found her body in the park this morning.”

Orion paced for a moment, then sat on a rustic trunk in front of her bed.

“What happened to her?”

“She was drained of her blood, but there was no wounds big enough to be fatal, and there was no blood found. It was as if it had all just vanished. Oh but they did find two small punctures on her neck.”

“That’s horrible. Has anyone notified her family?”

Hera nodded, “I called them when I found out. The cops came by just a few minutes ago. They told me all they could.”Hera smiled comfortingly, “hey It’ll be okay.”

The sun now glistened directly in the middle of the sky, leaving no shaded area to help a soul.

Orion sat in her plush Victorian chair. Her hair was pulled back with a silver pin, with a few out of place strands that fell to touch her neck. Her purple top clung delicately to the beads of sweat shimmering her bosom. The only sound herd was the muffled music coming from the flood above.

“Come on Hera.” She said softly to herself, straightening her black pants.

The music died and loud thuds were heard down the stairs.

Orion stood and walked down to the door. At the bottom of the staircase Hera stood her eyes wide with the excitement. She jumped from the last step, her skintight green skirt, remaining still.

“Ready?” she asked with a smile.

“Hera we shouldn’t go.” Orion sat on the last step and allowed the first and last mourning tear to roll down her cheek.

Hera sat down and used Orion’s shoulder as a headrest.

“Ori. What’s done is done. We cannot do anything about it. Chelsea is dead. There is no use to hold on to her.”

“Have you no heart? She died last nigh!” Orion growled.

“If we are to dwell on the past then we have no future. Lets do what we had planned in memory of Chelsea.”

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Hera hissed with pain, her tan buttocks in the air with a white-gloved man holding ink and a needle behind her.