It’s a moonless night. She pays the bartender in cash and heads back home.
Drunk and dizzy, she stumbles upon a stranger, clad in black from head to toe, who seems irresistibly enchanting.
“I’m sorry Sir!” she apologizes, and pulls herself away.
“You smell nice," he retorts.
Her cheeks turn red. For some reason, she feels drawn to him. Those blue eyes fill her soul with unchaste desire. Hypnotized by his charm, she reluctantly gives in.
He smirks, grabs her waist, pulls her closer, pierces her neck with his pointy canines, licks her blood.
And whispers, “You really smell nice!”
Drunk and dizzy, she stumbles upon a stranger, clad in black from head to toe, who seems irresistibly enchanting.
“I’m sorry Sir!” she apologizes, and pulls herself away.
“You smell nice," he retorts.
Her cheeks turn red. For some reason, she feels drawn to him. Those blue eyes fill her soul with unchaste desire. Hypnotized by his charm, she reluctantly gives in.
He smirks, grabs her waist, pulls her closer, pierces her neck with his pointy canines, licks her blood.
And whispers, “You really smell nice!”
