babygirl67
Star
- Joined
- May 31, 2009
Tara moved with a cat-like grace thru the smokey interior of the club, never seeming to hesitate, or brush against anyone, just moving with liquid quickness. The hunger curling in her belly drove her, burning and eating at her control. Dark hair hanging to her waist in a froth of waves, electric blue eyes and the exotic features of a half-Italian, half-Latino background made most men stop and take a good look. The body encased in a black leather mini that was so short it was almost criminal, and a pale blue silk camisole that clung to every inch of her skin, her lush curves kept their gaze fixed. Her heels clicking in a staccato rhythm, she looked for easy prey.
Lifting her head slightly, she inhaled, then shuddered, realizing her mistake. The heated press of bodies on the dance floor, sweat and cologne were a sweet perfume to her and she had to dig her fingernails deep into her palms to keep from jumping the next man she passed. Her tongue slid over her canines feeling them lengthen despite her wavering control and she realized she needed a victim fast. Her eyes lit on a solitary man over towards the entrance to the club, slightly wavering on his feet and she smiled, seductive curve to her lips almost predatory. He had been drinking and was leaving to boot, perfect.
Tara followed him out into the streets, night air cool against her skin and fell into step behind him, waiting till he passed a dark alley to make her move. With lightening speed, she hit him hard, a blur that he had no chance of avoiding and took him into the alley, shoving him into a wall and riding him down, flashing canines the last thing he saw as she tore at his neck. Her mouth filled, blood warm a sweet, copper tasting candy and she drank her fill, drank until the heartbeat under her lips began to weaken, fade. Jerking back, crawling off him she looked down, her hunger appeased but with growing horror as she watched his eyes glaze over, last breath rattling in his throat.
Lifting her head slightly, she inhaled, then shuddered, realizing her mistake. The heated press of bodies on the dance floor, sweat and cologne were a sweet perfume to her and she had to dig her fingernails deep into her palms to keep from jumping the next man she passed. Her tongue slid over her canines feeling them lengthen despite her wavering control and she realized she needed a victim fast. Her eyes lit on a solitary man over towards the entrance to the club, slightly wavering on his feet and she smiled, seductive curve to her lips almost predatory. He had been drinking and was leaving to boot, perfect.
Tara followed him out into the streets, night air cool against her skin and fell into step behind him, waiting till he passed a dark alley to make her move. With lightening speed, she hit him hard, a blur that he had no chance of avoiding and took him into the alley, shoving him into a wall and riding him down, flashing canines the last thing he saw as she tore at his neck. Her mouth filled, blood warm a sweet, copper tasting candy and she drank her fill, drank until the heartbeat under her lips began to weaken, fade. Jerking back, crawling off him she looked down, her hunger appeased but with growing horror as she watched his eyes glaze over, last breath rattling in his throat.