Cool as the ice in her vodka, she sat at the bar and
waited for him to approach. He’d been
watching her since she first walked in, no doubt anticipating the delight of
her blood on his lips. At first, the family had laughed at headlines
of a vampire on the loose – it was all those damn movies – but
now this amateur’s sloppiness was giving them all a bad name. She lowered her eyes demurely and gave him an
inviting smile. Tonight it would be she
who would feast – to the very last drop.
Friday, July 13, 2012
injaynesworld it's "A Taste for the Kill..."
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