Stealthy Predator

Making his way through the crowd of drunken and dancing people, the predator slowly licked his lips. It was getting later, more people were coming into the club, the dance floor began to get crowded. And yet he still had a few hours left to pick one of them.

From the platform he was on he looked down at the people crowding around the bar. No one of them really caught his interest. He ran a hand through his black hair and brushed it out of his eyes as he scanned bar once more. Music was blaring from the speaker just above his head, hurting his ears. He resisted the urge to cover them and turned, slowly making his way through the people on the dance floor. Finally on the other side, he shrank back into the shadows of the dark club, watching the people around him. A lot of them were people that looked his age, late teens, early twenties, barely legally allowed to drink anything else than soda. A soft grin spread over his lips. That was the advantage of humans. As clueless as they already were, on their nights out they practically outdid themselves in getting alcohol into their system, adding a haze to their already poor senses.

He remembered what getting drunk felt like, though he hadn’t been drunk since many years. At least not on alcohol, and not through his own consumption.
A group of young men in front of him decided that they had enough, after one of their buddies could barely stay on his feet, and they left the dance floor. Making room in his line of sight, and exposing a young woman to his intensive gaze.

Brown eyes gleamed in the darkness as a small guttural growl escaped the predator, and he licked over his dark red lips, feeling the sharpness of his fangs as he watched the girl dance. The motion of her hips was hypnotizing, her entire presence was taking over his mind. She looked like she was enjoying herself immensely, running her hands through her dark locks to keep them out of her face once in a while. The short red dress stood out from the crowd of other clothing, and men were drawn to her like moths to the light.

He spent a long time just watching her, taking in her every movement. The bouncing of her dark curls as she moved. The way her dress was hugging her curves as she danced the night away.

When he saw a man that had been dancing with her for a while place his hands on her ass, he found it was time to move. Stake his claim. It was still early, they could enjoy themselves for a little while before it had to end.

Pushing himself up from the wall he had been leaning against, and walked over to her, this time not bothering with blending into the crowd, but instead having them make room for him. He glared at the man from behind her, and he suddenly removed his hands and disappeared in search of a friend he thought he had taken clubbing with him.
The handsome stranger placed his hand on her shoulder and she turned around, her face full of surprise. She looked him up and down, before a slow smile spread over her face, and she started to move in time with the loud beat of the music again, silently inviting him to join her. Which he did. It felt great, he had not felt alive like this in almost a year now. Damn rules really were a pain in the neck sometimes, always stopping people from having fun.

As time processed, they were getting bolder. What started out as a hand on her back to draw her to him to make room for a couple that wanted to pass because an exploration through their clothes. His mouth found hers and their tongues started exploring the dark recesses of their mouths. A soft moan escaped her lips as he let his hands wander over her ass, pinching her. Deciding she was gone far enough, he set out his attempts to move them off the dance floor. Success was coming slowly, since they had started to dance more and more people had gotten into the club, and it was almost impossible for someone to make their way through the crowd, never mind a couple that was practically glued to each other.

When they had finally escaped the dance floor, he pressed her up against the wall of the club. Her left leg went up, wrapping around him, pressing him into her. He kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw, and finally settled onto her neck, licking and sucking over her pulse point. At her loud moan he shuddered with barely concealed excitement. It wouldn’t be long now.

Locking their fingers, and giving a last hungry kiss, he backed away from her and tucked at her hands, giving her a raised eyebrow and seductive smile. Just as he had expected, she followed willingly. On their way outside they groped at each other and stole passionate kisses.

He felt the cool air of the night hit him and drew a deep breath. Not that he would have needed it, but it was a great feeling. It made him feel alive. And right in front of him was his ticket for another year of living, for yet another year of his version of eternity.

They stumbled down the street, and took a turn into a dark and deserted alley. Pushing her up against the wall forcefully, he let his hands roam freely, and felt hers slide under his shirt, massaging his abdominal muscles. For a moment, he contemplated calling a cab and taking her to his hotel room.

But he decided against it. Too risky, he had no doubt that there would be security cameras, and it was bad enough that there had been some at the club, no doubt filming his departure with the girl. He’d have to lay low for a while after this. Globalization and improving surveillance made this harder every year.

The opening of his belt brought him back to the present, and he allowed a moan to escape his lips. He could smell her arousal, hell, he could feel it. It was radiating off of her, mixing with the scent of cheap perfume and her natural scent. When he kissed her again, he tasted the tequila, and gave a low chuckle. So cliché. Bad boy leaves with drunk girl, and it ends in a dark alley.

"God, don’t stop."

The first time he has heard her speak.It was not even more than a low, hoarse whisper, a plea, a begging for more.

"I’m not going to." he answered back, his Croatian accent thick in his dark voice. Again, he kissed his way from her mouth to her neck, and stopped over her pulse. She arched her back and turned her head, pressing herself into him and giving him better access to the bare and sensitive skin. He softly sucked at her pulse, and let his teeth graze the delicate skin, drawing a whimper from her in return. She threw her head back, her hands leaving his belt and going up to his hair, entangling themselves in his rich strands and pressing his face into her neck. He pressed her up against the wall, blocking her body with his, and his left hand went up to her mouth to muffle her moans. She slowly licked over his palm, her teeth grazing his skin, and he gave a soft chuckle before refocusing all of his attention on her neck again. He stared at the pulse under the soft and fair skin, before bending down again, slowly licking over it.

As his teeth grazed her skin again, he closed his eyes. Another year. Another three hundred and sixty-five days until he will get to do this again. And he cannot wait for it.

Sinking his teeth down, his fangs broke the soft skin. Blood was pouring into his mouth, rich, sweet, intoxicating. His victim let out a deep groan as he began to swallow and suck. Her blood was filling him, pouring into his mouth. The very essence of her being rushed through his veins as he was  sating his hunger for life. Her moans were getting louder, and he pressed harder onto her mouth. She became frantic, tried to fight him off, but he was just too strong, and along with her blood, her energy and fight slowly left her. Another half-hearted attempt to get away from him. He could hear her heartbeat ring in his ears, a deep thumbing that echoes through his head, the beat slowing down, becoming irregular. And then it stopped, and she went limp in his arms. Slowly, careful, he let her fall forward, catching her, and lowering her onto the dirty street. He looked at her still form, lifeless eyes staring up at him, and got up, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe away the small amount of blood that had trickled down his face.

"Thank you." he whispered with a grin before throwing down the used white linen. Slowly, deliberately, he turned around, stretching. Feeling alive and refreshed, he made his way across the street, hailing a cab. Giving the driver the directions for the airport, he allowed himself relax into the leather, and thought about where he would like to go. Maybe Paris. Yes, Paris sounded good. After all, the last time he had been there was over a century ago. Time to reacquaint himself with the city of love, his old home.

THE END