It’s Not Titled Yet, So I’ll Leave That To Your Imaginations

Some of you promised me, over on Twitter, that you’d still love me if I posted the first chapter of my raunchy vampire story. I started writing this on the plane on the way from Texas to Michigan. I was bored. And it seemed like a good idea. It’s all meant in fun.

CHAPTER ONE

She slid into a rock star parking space in the heavily crowded, downtown parking structure. She smiled smugly. See, God does gaze kindly upon vampires. Sometimes.

She opened the door, swung her shapely legs around to get out, and put her keys into the pocket of her Chloe Paddington bag. Her stiletto-clad feet barely made contact with the pavement when she caught his strong scent. She shivered and gasped.

Anger and darkness. The perfect mix for the cocktail she was craving. A cocktail that would completely intoxicate her on this deliciously warm evening.

She was hungry. Ravenous. But she liked the anticipation. She got off on prolonging her satisfaction. It was foreplay for the sweet release.

The stalking. That was one thing she loved about being a vampire. The thrill of the hunt. After all, she was a killer. A predator. She took her role in the theater of life very seriously. She played her part with an award winning performance. Well, she liked to think that she did. She fancied herself quite the actress.

She started walking with a confident stride, following her nose. Her senses were alert and tingling. She laughed at herself. Whenever she thought of herself that way, it reminded her of Spider-man.

She paused in front of a large picture window, a place swarming with nightlife. Window shopping. But nothing she wanted. So she moved on, toward the scent that beckoned her with promise.

Downtown Birmingham was the happening place tonight. Full of sex, desperation and alcohol. Not a good combination for mortals but a succulent feast for vampires. She was the only vampire she knew in this part of the city. Most of her associates hung out in Detroit. They didn’t like to venture into the “burbs”. No reason to really. Prey was plentiful and easily caught where they were. And when humans were scarce or starting to get suspicious, there were copious amounts of rats. The city vampires didn’t have as refined a palate as she did.

She preyed on men. Only. Cheaters and criminals. Savory characters, in more ways than one. Like her husband had been. Men with hidden agendas and dirty secrets. Like the one she was stalking tonight. These were the ideal quarry.

Walking a little further, she felt him. Stronger. His thoughts. His essence. She was getting closer to him. She shuddered again.

Without realizing it, she had stopped in her tracks. She had arrived. Looking up at the awning, she read the sign that said she was at Edisons. Effortlessly pulling open the heavy door, she walked down the stairs propelled by the heavy masculine pheromones beckoning her. Taunting her. Teasing her by mixing itself with flowers and spices.

She walked down the dimly lit staircase, following the sounds of drunken giggles with undercurrents of desperation and need. There were a lot of horny people here tonight, she smiled to herself.

Memories of long ago friendships and loves long gone threatened to creep in. She shook it off, reminding herself of her hunger. The strong need for the physical release, but also for survival.

She wanted sex with this man. And she wanted to suck him dry after. The perfect climax. The cherry on top.

He was standing next to a slutty looking blond, leaning in closely to her, trying to seduce the woman by whispering promises in her ear. His skin was as dark as the thoughts in his head. His teeth glowed in the black lights, strong and straight. He was gorgeous. Ideal for her evening plaything.

She wanted him. A drive so deep that, despite the warmth radiating from the sea of bodies that crowded the room, she shivered.

She wanted to wrap her mouth around his cock and drink his juices. All of his juices. From all of his arteries. She ran her tongue along her teeth in anticipation and gazed seductively at him, a smile playing on the corners of her full red lips.

Eye contact. He walked abruptly away from the blond toward her. She was hot. She could tell by gently probing his mind that this would be easy. Really, not even a compliment because he’d probably go home with anyone. But nonetheless, he was sexy and dark and she wanted some of that.

He approached her, putting his mouth to her ear to ask if he could buy her a drink. She smiled and said, “No, thank you. I don’t drink. Not alcohol.” She looked directly into his deep brown eyes. Promises unspoken.

“What is your poison?” he asked her seductively.

“You,” she teased. “I want to drink you.”

He smiled. She sensed heat coming from the crotch of his jeans. She grabbed it and moaned gently. “Let’s go,” she breathed into his mouth as their lips touched.

“Your name?” he groaned, not truly caring.

“Adina,” she said simply. “And yours is David.”

“How did–” She broke his words off with a deep kiss, her mind caressing his with thoughts of warmth and wetness. He moaned again and grabbed her firm breast in his huge hand, his thumb tracing and teasing her nipple over her silky black top.

“Let’s get out of here,” he begged, his mouth still on hers. “I have to have you.”

Adina grabbed his hand in her own. His was so warm compared with the chill of hers. But he didn’t seem to notice.

The only heat on her body was coming from between her legs. She smiled at the thought that most believed that vampires weren’t capable of any type of warmth. Feel that, she thought. “Let’s go back to my place.” She turned to him. “We can take my car. It’s right here in the structure.”

David allowed himself to be led to the Italian sports car. All he cared about was fucking this hot broad who seemed to want him just as badly. He didn’t even care about his wife who was at home watching bad television and thinking her husband was at a fancy business dinner. Again.

That’s it for now.

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