He walked to her, and draped his arms around her. She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the light, as his hands fell into the small of her back, and she wrapped her own arms about his neck. He fell into the depths of her gaze, and lost all thoughts, of the world outside of their bodies, of her body, of her sensuous smile.

She saw his lost expression. How his eyes glazed over, and how a stupid thoughtless smile was pasted on his face. It was all she could do, to keep from laughing in his face, and tell him what a fool he was. But, no….. she was here for a purpose. How silly these men were, to loose all sense, once she took of her clothes. Even before that really. They really lost all reality when she caught their eyes in the clubs, or the park, or even in one of those ridiculous night classes she took. “Mastering French Cuisine”, “Learn Spanish, in Three Months”, or, her favorite; “Defend Yourself”. What fun it was, to toy with the guy she met there. The instructor, wasn’t he? Hard to remember. All those moronic expressions ran into one after a while. He leaned over, and kissed her slowly, deeply, passionately, pulling her body to his own. He could feel her nipples, hard as tiny pebbles pressing into his soft flesh, and the strange coolness of his body being warmed by the intense heat of his own. Her kisses tasted like warm liquid honey on his lips, and he kissed her with an increasing need, moving his body against hers. They stood in the light of the moon, for several minutes, hands roaming over curves of one another’s bodies. He took her hand, and led her to the bed that stood behind him. His anticipation nearly made him trip over is own feet, and his face flushed with the nervousness welling up in the pit of his stomach.

He sat down on the coverlet and pulled her down on him, until she was sitting carefully in his lap. His heart raced, and his thoughts swelled. He could barely think straight, when she leaned over, and started to slowly, carefully kiss his neck. He leaned back, and closed his eyes, his hands wrapping around her slight frame, and pulling her ever closer to him. Delicate, erotic images flooded his head, and he breathed in her scent. Lilies, like at his grandmothers funeral. Such a sweet scent. A beautiful scent. A beautiful woman, in his arms. His arms! Her reached up, and touched her hair. Soft as silk, tumbling down in perfect golden waves.

As she kissed his throat, and then quickly drove her tiny needle like fangs into his throat, the wave of erotic images did not stop. In fact, they came on stronger, and his body tensed with the pleasure and pain mixing into one in his senses. He would have screamed, if the thoughts of what she was doing, had registered in his brain. Instead, he pulled his head back further, and pulled her closer to him. She drained him to the point of death, and his hold on her never weakened, until that moment, when there was simply not enough life left in him, to hang on any longer.

At that, she pulled out of his grasp, and sat back, looking at the remains of her now dead would be lover. She laughed softly, and then closed her eyes. At that moment, her hair darkened, straightened, hanging only to her shoulders. Her frame became more voluptuous, and she then was only a few inches taller. One last drip of blood remained on her fuller lips, which she licked at with one quick pink cat –like tongue. When she opened her eyes, they shone dark in the moonlight. She brushed a stray strand of blue black hair from her forehead, stood, dressed, and quickly walked out of the rented hotel room.

A few days later, the cleaning woman, ignored the do not disturb sign on the doorknob, and entering into the suite, found the body. A scream was heard, and a faint smile passed across the vampyress’s lips, as she ran a red nail, down the chest, of that night’s victim.

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