New Victim’s POV
Our eyes meet. A heat spills over my body as she stares at me. I turn my eyes, out of embarrassment, and look at my steak and fries.
Looking over at the bar again, I see she isn't there anymore, a little upset at myself for not keeping eye contact with her. But I can still see her in my mind.Her tight brown, almost dirty blonde hair is flowing over her shoulders. Her high cheekbones keep an exquisite grin on those luscious lips. The crowd blocks my view of the rest of her. I hate crowded places.Surprisingly, she slides into the chair next to mine, and her breasts look delicious in the tight shiny blouse she is wearing. I also see her bare, perfect legs before she slides them under the table, hiding what the black leather skirt doesn't.Her left leg quickly drapes itself over my right, and she takes my hand and puts it on the inAithusa’s POVLast night after I left with Richmond and Rook and Peter and dropped off the new detective whom I had impersonated at her place she smiled at us and waved like we were long lost friends. Richmond told me that vampire venom was one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs of the world. And that is why it was also used as a numbing agent when someone fed from a victim. Even though it grossed me out I asked him about the vampire whom I had just threatened a while back.“Well to be honest, you should not have spoken to him in that way,” said Rook as he looked at me and smirked.“I mean, he came upon me, he caught hold of me, he tried to hit upon me and you tell me that I should not have behaved with him in this manner? After all I did not even know the douchebag,” I said in my defense.&ld
The rain finally stopped but Lea didn't even notice. The bath felt so good. She had worked hard all week and this was her reward. One last night in this grand hotel, with a bath room nearly the size of her apartment back home. So she had turned on the CD player in the other room, striped out of her clothes and ran a bath, lit some candles and now she closed out the world. She let her mind drift as her hands played with the bubbles. Her new boss was a little skittish, he would not come in the room yet insisted she remain there. This was a bit new, just handing her things to research and then leaving. Normally he would stay in the room and work with her on reports and lining up buyers or raising funds. They made a good team, but this trip he was not acting himself. A month ago at the company picnic she had worn a halter top dress and she could swear that when he saw her he felt ill, the color drained from his face and he excused himself rath
He smiled down at her as he ripped another length off the bedspread. He let her up a bit just enough to roll her to her back and quickly tied one hand to the headboard and though she kicked at him, he caught her other hand, smiling as he takes the vibrator that she is still holding. "Perhaps later my little Dove." He quickly tied her hands together and leaned back a bit. "I am sorry to tie you my Dove, but I don't want you to hurt yourself." "I'm not your Dove or your anything. Let me go!" She kicked at him and missed. He is just a dark shape with those glowing eyes. His hands felt rough and with long nails when he held her down. She cursed at him and kicked again at his comment when he took the vibrator from her hand. She kicked again only to have that long fingered hand grab her ankle. "No! No! Don't tie me. Stop it!" He easily caught her leg and taking another length of the bedspread he shredded, he looped it around th
Richmond’s DiaryThat night was the most painful and yet pleasurable experience of my entire life. First of all, one has to put this in perspective: I'm a 20 year old college student who drinks… a lot. Yet I felt a strange emptiness, an emptiness that can best be described as the one you get knowing that the most grotesque specimen of woman would not sleep with you. Knowing this, it came much to my surprise to receive an invitation to a "private party" from a girl that didn't even know I existed. Granted, I had seen her a million times in French class, but I had only momentarily glanced at her and she never, never looked back. All of a sudden I was going to a party! You know those moments on movies where something really cool happens and you hear, "Alleluia!" Well, that was one of those moments. I accepted the invitation in stride… oh, who in the hell am I kidding, I grinned the entire day, and my professor
Aithusa’s POVI looked at Hannabelle in confusion and said,” I was with the guys last night and then Rook came to dinner at my house. He stayed until eleven thirty and then I went hunting. And I went to the bar close to my home. You can check the CCTV footage of that place and the guy’s place as well.”Hannabelle looked up at me and said,” Did you kill him or not?”I said,” To be honest, Archdemoness, I could not even recognize that dude until Richmond and Peter told me about our mutually shared history. I just slammed his head in the car door because I was saying no and he was not taking no for an answer. I don’t remember anything about him at all so why on earth would I go on to kill him?”Hannabelle stared at me for a moment and then sighed,” I know that you did not kill him. You cannot. Lik
"I am bored out of my mind," he said and looked at himself in the mirror above the bar. The room was stale with smoke. "Why, what's your problem?" he turned around and looked at a girl in a black leather jacket that was standing behind him. "Where'd you come from?" he asked."Oh here and there, mind if I sit down?" "Yeah, that's cool."He looked her over without being too obvious. She had hair the color of India ink, she was dressed all in black, tight black skirt, black pumps, leather jacket, pink face, red mouth, blue eyes that burned holes, about twenty two. She took out a cigar, lit it and blew a puff at the mirror. "Want a beer?" he asked."Yeah." "Bartender," he tried to yell over the noise, "what's your name?" "Sophie," she said and flashed her smile. He felt it and smiled back. "What do ya do Sophie?" "Paralegal."
It was the next day, about ten o'clock at night. He was so excited his breath was coming hard; it was like the first time that he'd smoked pot. He'd drawn the pentagram on the floor. Thomas stood in the pentagram and grabbed his penis, pleasure went through his body as he thought about the bitch goddess. His cock was as hard as a rock thinking about the devil girl."She's so evil," he said to himself.Thomas said the conjure words and stood staring at one of the candles that were placed about the room, "This has been fun even if nothing happens."He closed his eyes, masturbating. When he opened his eyes again, he stood looking at the same candle. Then a stream of green smoke started coming out of it. A little at first, then more."Shit," he said softly. Fear mixed with desire is a potent mixture.The smoke was a sort of solid cloud that didn't move. Thomas looked at it, hypnotized. The
She moved very fast and jumped on top of him.The long tongue came out of her mouth and began licking his lips.She pulled his belt and pants off in one motion, then after pausing briefly, pulled his boxers down.The kisses started again, one hot burning kiss after another, so hot that Thomas was a little afraid that his face would be burned.She again broke away from their kiss and said, "You're not going to be burnt, stupid, if I wanted to, I would just kill you and be done with it.""Can you read thoughts?" he asked, shocked.She said, "Fuck you, do you want the fuck or don't you?""Of course I want the fuck," he said emphatically."Okay," she said with a satisfied look.She leaned back down and began kissing his ears, going from side to side of his face making butterfly kisses.His throbbing erection rubbed against her thigh, so close to t