Ethan Barks had become the country's most celebrated novelist, his books the talk of London society. Yet one unsolved mystery has always haunted him; the mysterious of his existence. Moving between life and death, this is a story of memory, intrigue and the need to return.
Wanting things to be different, needing that suspense that you vaguely remember from being human. After all those years, you've done and seen it all. No surprises, only that old mystery. Being always one of the 'immortals' . Tall, about 6'1", a good 200 lbs, all toned muscle. Shaved head with piercing red eyes. Dressed in all black , he stands by his window, looking out into the rising dark. He walks over to his cooler and opens it up, taking out a tan of soda. Pops the tab, and sips leisurely. There's a soft knock on the door.
A human girl was standing at his door, since she was new around the building and have heard that next to her was actually living "Ethan Barks" she decided to pay him a visit. Stand there waiting for him to open the door in outfit, consisted of a black bra top with a white outline. She wore a black tight sweater on top that exposes her stomach, with a white large stripe on each sleeve, outlined in black. For her bottoms, she wore a black skirt and black high heels. Listen at him calling she answered through the closed door "I'm Renee. New neighbor". Her body frame was pretty and petite 5'0 and 90pounds. With Black long hair and dark blue eyes she was a really cute mortal girl.
She gazes at him surprised, his pale porcelain skin draws her attention. She fallows him into his flat. Although they leave in the same floor, his place looks so different than hers. "I just wanted to see you, I have read all your novels and you're one of my favorite writers. I felt so lucky your actually live next to me. My name is Renee as i said before. " she explained as she was still looking around his place
The moon begins to rise, bringing with it the promise of night. Barks sniffs at her; the element of smell was key in his quest for blood. He feeds on innocents and criminals alike without remorse. But beauty feeds another of his needs, and she was pretty.
'Renee? It’s a beautiful name…' he purrs, creeping closer to her.
His gaze drops down to look over her hungrily, then looks back up to stare into her eyes. He showed her an seductive grin, showing his fangs glisten in what light there was.
Renee was really surprised with his reaction, but it was on of her beloved writers so she wouldn't step back at least yet. "Thank you" she replied back as he compliment her name as she was felt him really close. His next question made her scared. What was the meaning of that question, she swallowed again and tried to reply “What kind of a question is that?”. Her eyes still looking at his as the girl started to fill oddly at his reaction.
'It’s a very simple question…' he laughs a silent laugh again.
He stairs down at her and lifted his hand, placing the tips of his fingers against the warm flesh of her lips, then trailed them down over her neck…onto her breasts…across her tummy…over her skirt…and finally there.
Renee wanted to move back but couldn't, the way he was looking at her. The way he was speaking at her had already seduced her. She nodded her head "Yes it does" she said with out thinking. But his next moves made her shiver at his touch. "To taste it?" she asked as she noticed where his hands were. She lifted her eyes and looked at him not really knowing what answer to give to him.
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