ONE BITE
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Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
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Deadly Beauty
As the statuesque redhead stepped out onto London’s streets, the night wrapped its dark cloak around her.
The world was a lonely place. In her four hundred years walking its plains, Adrienne Gellespie had learned that much at least.
Though the street thronged with individuals—couples out on a date, groups of lads or girls, hoping to hook up, business people having after-work drinks—Adrienne always felt alone.
She walked with a brisk stride, all of her senses alert for that night’s prey. She knew what she desired tonight—a couple, young and fresh, out to have a little fun. Anyone too straight-laced wouldn’t bite, so to speak. They needed to be open to suggestion and some experimentation in the bedroom.
She passed the run-down off-licenses, general stores and rubbish piled up on the street. A young man sat huddled up on a piece of cardboard, a mangy-looking dog lying on his feet. Such poverty amidst such wealth.
Over the years, humanity had learned nothing about how to treat each other. Even though they thought themselves civilized and educated, truthfully nothing had changed over Adrienne’s existence. Humans simply hid their cruelty better now.
At least with her own kind, there were clear divides. The elders, like her, were the ones to be feared and revered in equal measures. The newly turned would always be the underlings. Vampires held no illusions about being exactly what they were.
Ahead of her, a woman hurried across the street. Her dark hair flew back from her face and, even from this distance, Adrienne saw the woman’s full breasts bouncing beneath her shirt.
But her haunted eyes caught the vampire’s attention most. As dark as her hair, their depth revealed a tortured yet indomitable soul. The woman’s jaw was set in determination and, as a guy in a car wolf-whistled at her, she shot the man such a look of disdain, Adrienne found herself smiling.
Who was she?
The young woman reached the other side of the road and ducked down a side alley.
Interest piqued, Adrienne followed.
The vampire’s movement appeared to be no more than motion in the air to the human eye, a slight blur in their vision, like catching something in the corner of their eye only to turn and find nothing there.
The brunette hurried down past some industrial waste cans lining the back of a take-out store. Further ahead, a bouncer stood outside a set of double doors. A red neon sign above the entrance read, ‘The Paradise Bar’. A couple of the letters had blown and the remaining ones flickered and buzzed.
The woman glanced back, as if sensing a presence.
Cat-like, Adrienne sprung up and clung to the side of a fire escape, allowing her to watch without being seen.
The bouncer nodded to the woman as she passed, but she didn’t go through the entrance he guarded. Instead, she slipped into another side door, just a little further on.
A stripper?
Was the intense woman a stripper? The thought elicited a tightening clench of her pussy, together with something else, uneasiness, a disappointment?
Adrienne wasn’t sure, but she wanted more of the dark-haired woman and it seemed The Paradise Bar was the place to do just that.
Moving too fast for him to see, she slipped by the black bouncer, his thick forearms folded across the wide expanse of his chest. The big man frowned as she swept by and then jumped when the double doors seemingly burst inwards for no apparent reason.
She knew he’d be trying to convince himself that he’d only felt a sudden, cold gust of wind. The man would think ‘ghost’ before he thought ‘vampire’.
The club’s low ceilings made the place oppressive. Despite the smoking ban, a thin layer of cigarette smoke hovered in the air. A bar ran down one side; a sullen woman in a skimpy gold bikini, chewed gum and polished glasses behind it. Another couple of scantily dressed girls mingled among the customers as they sat at the numerous round tables, nursing drinks and erections in equal measure.
Running down the centre of the club, a small stage took pride of place, a silver pole joining the stage to the ceiling.
A few people noticed Adrienne standing at the back of the club, but they paid her no attention. She produced a sense of danger humans instinctually avoided. Like other animals in the presence of a predator, people often froze when she arrived, hoping not to be noticed.
On stage, a blonde woman with tattoos dipped down, pushing her skinny ass out to the audience. Only a red thong and stiletto shoes graced her body as she shook and shimmied, jiggling her little tits around to music blasting from speakers placed in every corner. A few guys half-heartedly pushed some bills into the woman’s thong and her track ended. The blonde scooped her bra off the stage and sauntered off.
Over the loudspeaker, a male voice announced, “And now, please welcome on stage...Calypso Dreams!”
Adrienne tensed as the woman from the street strutted out on stage.
A pair of gold stilettos displayed her strong thighs and long legs. A jeweled, black lace thong nestled in the cleft of her luscious, round bottom. Her curvy body narrowed at her tight waist and a push-up bra barely covered her full breasts.
The woman walked like a model, with high, jaunty steps. Reaching the front of the stage, she flipped her sheet of hair down, arching her back, gyrating her hips and ass.
Mesmerized, Adrienne stared. Had she ever seen anything so sexy in her life? She longed to touch the woman, feel her soft breasts beneath her fingertips, taste the sweat on her skin.
Around her, a few of the patrons whooped and clapped at the stripper’s arrival, though others met her act with a look of nonchalant disinterest.
The expression on the stripper’s face remained the same, strong but somehow impassive, as if she was somewhere else. But then her eyes locked with Adrienne’s and the woman faltered for the briefest of moments, before regaining her composure.