The girl laughed .

He smiled putting his glamour on display, the pixie cut girl was trying to put her cleavage more on show. The low cut barely hiding her ample breasts. Her hands wrapped like a python around his bicep.

"I have never seen a man like you. The way you looked in the club. .you're mangasm!" The slight seduction in her voice falling flat on its face with the alcoholic stink on her breath.

"I thought you liked me more." A haughty feline voice whispered in his ear .

Smirking, he turned his neck towards her . .the slight glow in his eyes mesmerizing Felicia. The smooth texture of his skin reminding her of the full moon, the cupid of his lips seducing her with one grand lift . .his lips going up in a smile. .a roughish smile that made Felicia want him even more.

He was the personification of desire.

His arms on the back of the couch as two beautiful humans sat on his either side. Each one trying to be as alluring as intoxicating she could be. In hopes to catch his fancy.

He liked pitting prey against each other.

Just to see how far will they go to please him.

The slinky dress they had on and the slight dizziness they had from taking up several shots of alcohol were making them reckless with want.

His glamour igniting desire in them.

"Why don't you kiss me?" Felicia pouted , getting near to him. . trying to kiss him sloppily but she only got his chin.

Biting her bottom lip, she didn't like that one bit.

One thin arm snaked on his chest, unbuttoning the first button with unsteady hand . .

"You have to have me." Felicia breathed , still trying to unbutton . .but all he could hear was the rhythm of their heartbeats, the thud thud of it. Rushing blood around their body. .arousing his need.

The both of girls didn't feel the shift in him, too absorbed in his beauty. .falling hard and blind under his charm.

He caught her wrist trying to slip in his shirt.

"Why don't you turn off the lights? And may be then we can. .play." the seduction in his voice, the desire nearly blinded them .

Felicia stood up on unsteady legs, the slinky dress barely hiding her underwear as he watched with amusement. .making her way towards the switchboard. Nearly losing her footing twice.

"For fuck sake Felicia hurry up!" Bella snapped really not in the mood to waste precious time.

"I'm . ." Felicia said helplessly, focusing on the switch and then turning it off.

Pitch black darkness fell in the suite, for a moment it was all silent and. .then his eyes shifted to a color that was darker than blood.

"Don't start without me!"

Felicia was trying to find her way back.

His eyes could see everything like it was day. Every cell in his body focused on the human beside him. The creature in him waking up at the sound of her heart. Bella moaned when he turned his body towards her. .his hand on her bare thigh, fingers grazing the soft flesh.

She let out a hoarse sigh. .

She tried to move closer to him. Nearly jumping in his lap but he didn't allow it.

"You want it don't you?" He asked in a throaty voice, his face close to her neck.

Perfume clouding him for a moment.

Clutching at his shirt , she tried to kiss his neck in a sloppy wet mess.

"God more than you think! Just take me!" She begged .

Well, he was playing with her.

That was enough mercy already.

His eyes slithered down to her breast that was closest to her thudding heart. The thud thud of it was driving him nuts. The aroma of blood taking him over the edge. .

And he didn't wait. .

Snatching her to himself like a rag doll, she didn't even struggle, he sank his sharp canines in her neck !

Sharp pointers breaking the delicate cover of skin. .drawing blood. .filling his mind with nothing but the wondrous liquid.

The flow of blood was maddening! The stench of alcohol mixed in her blood . .he was struggling with himself.

Not to kill her too soon.

It was too soon.

She tried to hit him. His chest. Tried to push him back but she was weak against a creature that was ten times the size of her.

The struggle in her was losing.

Felicia was calling for help. Giving up on searching.

The gurgling sound vibrated from Bella's mouth as he pulled her even more. The glorious blood filling his mouth, running in his body.

"I can't believe you're fucking him like a thirsty bitch!" Felicia said grumpily.

He didn't allow a drop of precious blood to escape. Bella went weak and weaker in his arms and just as he was spiraling down and down in pure ecstasy . .that's when he heard that.

The dull thud of her heart.

Trying to fight its way back to life.

He was so close. .so close to tasting her death -but then he recalled her death would be his too.

She would pull him with herself .

Right into the land of dead.

Suddenly he pulled back, the unconscious Bella's head loll to a side. Two puncture marked on her neck. Quietly, he laid her neck on the couch and stood up.

The creature in him taking full control, drops of blood on his shirt falling to the floor. .in drip drip motion.

His red eyes stared at the next hunt.

The girl was leaning against the wall in a grumpy position as she muttered incoherent stuff to herself.

In the blink of an eyes he was right in front of her. .only two feet away.

The swoosh motion must have alerted the girl for her eyes suddenly widened.

She stood up straighter.

"Who-Bella?! Stop trying to scare me!" The horrified girl looked around blindly. Her red hair bouncing around wildly.

The terror in her making her heartbeat sound like a drum.

Drum drum drum.

It was calling to him.

Asking to be silenced.

And he bared his fangs-

When the door slammed opened.

The girl's chest raising and falling at the intruder.

"H-help!"

She cried out now making a run for the door . .not even sure if she was running in the right direction.

He knew who it was so he didn't even bothered saying anything. Instead he went towards the couch in the blink of an eye and laid on it beside the unconscious girl.

Lights were switched on.

Felicia blinked rapidly adjusting to the light and then she saw him.

The intruder.

A tall handsome man who seemed like the concoction of Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt. The angular jaw and messy hair. The emerald eyes staring at her coolly.

He had lifted his hand as if asking her to calm down.

"You-who are you and-Bella!" As if just remembering her friend she spun around . .her eyes searching wildly for her friend.

"You need to get out miss." The man asked in a tight voice.

She spun around at him like a wild cat.

"The hell will I get out! My friend is here and-" but she couldn't make it further. It was as if she had been pulled into a deep sleep, her head felt heavy. .her eyes were closing in on her.

"My head. ." She said with drowsiness. .holding her temples and then as the man watched her figure crumpled to the marble floor . .but he caught her just on time. .

He checked her face.

The girl was fast as sleep.

She was snoring.

Satisfied with what he saw , carefully he laid her on the cold marble floor. The short dress going up , exposing her Lacy underwear.

Sighing, he shook off his jacket and covered her , the jacket falling on her thighs.

Meanwhile he had his eyes closed , head laid on the couch.

Shaking his head as he stalked towards him .

"I fail to understand what your problem is , Damien."

"It's you , Elliot. It's you."

Elliot didn't find it funny at all. In a second he was infornt of him. .a newspaper clutched in his hand.

His eyes fell on the girl beside her, a look of disgust falling on her face.

"I wish Darsana would know what you do here . "

Opening his midnight blue eyes, he stared at the man grappling with disappointment .

"And what would she do? Scold me? " He voice was dry.

"No..the opposite. She will remind you that you matter and what you do also matters. Unfortunately." Elliot muttered.

"Did you came all the way for this? To tell me i matter or not?"

"Cut with the humor Damien. I'm not in the mood. I came here for this!" He nearly threw the newspaper on his face.

It collided with his hard chest and fell to the floor with a loud splat.

Bending down , he was about to pick it when he saw the heading.

A burned skeleton at the cathedral.

Authorities have confirmed the skeleton belonged to Mr Paul Ferguson , the priest of the west side cathedral place. It is believed his death occured at midnight . He was burned alive and-

He didn't react.

"Must have been a good man."

"Do you even listen to yourself Damien?" Elliot seemed like he was on the verge of losing.

Damien's eyes had that cold look in them that Elliot despised .

" Who asked him to step out at night? It's not my fault a rogue vampire got him. " He shrugged .

"Praying has no time Damien. People pray whenever they want to. Also I know it was you."

Damien's nostrils flared.

He looked straight in his eyes, the detachment in his blue eyes bothering Elliot.

"You're right. It was me. I won't deny it and guess what ? I loved every minute of it! I will kill whenever I want to! I will drink whenever i want to! These worthless rats were placed on earth for us to consume! Not the other way around!" Damien stood up suddenly, his hands fisted as he glared openly at him .

His eyes flashing red.

And Elliot knew there was just no way of trying to win when it came to Damien for when he set his mind on something it was hard to change it.

Elliot sighed and his emerald eyes fell on the passed out girl who was slowly gaining back her senses. .moaning a little.

Droplets of blood trickling down from the gash in her neck .

"What are you going to this one?" Elliot asked , worried for how the girl was trying to open her eyes but she was failing miserably.

Damien's eyes turned cold, a thin smile on his face.

"Kill her. I'll trap her in the coffin and she will suffocate to her own death." Damien laughed lightly.

Damien lifted his finger and traced the punctures on her neck . .lost in the way her dress was colouring a beautiful shade of red.

"Is death a joke to you brother?"

"When you see death too frequently, it does become a joke."

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