“You smell fucking amazing,” he murmured. I didn’t answer, instead my lips found his mouth and I kissed, but I wanted his blood so badly, and I could feel my teeth starting to grow. I decided to take a risk. “Can we go somewhere quieter?” I asked, my own heart syncing with his rhythm, ready to feed, needing to sooo bad. He smelt rich and I could taste the promise on his lips…. “Come on,” he said, and he led me away. I felt thrilled. ‘Shit, this is so easy,’ I thought, as I followed him outside the club, keeping my mouth shut to hide my pointed teeth, and into a dark alley. The buildings were high around us, the sky over cast, a dull reddish black, reflecting the light of the city. Bin bags were piled high by doors, and I could vaguely hear the music beating through the walls from the club, along with the general noise of cars and distant alarms.
