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HE took another sip of his drink. HIS eyes were following the girl as
she danced...so graceful...so sensual...her hips swayed with the
music like leaves in the wind...HE smiled.
The Shepards House was a small Irish pub on the corner on 11th
and 23rd street. Every saturaday night it was like this, bustling
with young people, out for a night of fun. They had no comittments,
no problems, no worries...they were just out to score!
The music stopped and the girl came to sit at the bar, next to
HIM. She ordered a Martini and smiled at HIM. HE looked the girl up
and down. Her red dress clung to her body down to her hips, where it
widened, and drifted over her thigh's and legs. HE took out his
wallet and paid for the drink.
"Thankyou,"she said, now checking him out. HE waited until her
eyes met his again and smiled back.
"You dance very well,"HE said.
"Do you think so?"She asked. HE nodded and took another sip of
HIS drink.
The conversation continued for another few minutes, until HE
began to grow restless.
"It's getting quite hot in here,"HE said,"Would you like to come
outside for a walk."HIS deep, green eyes locked with her's.
"Yes,"she said, almost as if she was reading from a script,"Yes
of course." HE smiled and took her by the hand and led her outside.
Once they were in the cool air she shuddered a little. HE put HIS arm
around her and held her tight.
After about a five minute walk HE led her down an alley and
stopped halfway. HE turned her to face HIM and pressed HIS lips close
to hers.
"I was thinking,"HE mumered, HIS voice muffled slightly, by her
lips,"I might just drink your blood."Her body stiffened slightly and
she whimpered. HE leaned HIS head back and let out a quiet laugh.
Then HE moved HIS lips close to her neck and opened his mouth wide.
"Nusarna,"whispered a voice deep inside HIS head. HE paused and
broke contact with her.
"Nusarna,"repeated the voice,"It is time."HE released the girl
and she ran screaming towards the road.
"Time for what?"HE asked out loud.
"Time for revenge..."
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