Smoke. BO. Alcohol. Blood. Sex. AIDS. Perfume. After Shave. Cologne.
The air was thick with the varying scents and sounds of the packed club. In places like this, Tala found an all you can eat buffet. Her strong, toned build was unlike the slinky, scrawny women of the era. So many thin, bony, and shapeless bodies in tight, clingy clothes made her streamlined and yet curvy figure stand out. She still dressed in clothes that mirrored the tartan of her Iceni tribe: black jeans that clung lovingly to the curve of her hips and stretched tight across her butt, a pale, powder blue, baby-doll t-shirt that fit close to her slim waistline, and yet accented her generous bust and her long, elegant neck. Her torc, a thick, braided silver band given to her by her husband, rested lightly around her neck, fitting almost like a choker with two, small, golden spheres at each end that rested against the hollow of her throat. Her vibrant, coppery hair was in it’s usual plate, falling past her hips in waves like ageless silk.
To look at her pale skinned beauty and enjoy the sight was easy for most. Only a fair few looked into her cold, frozen eyes and saw the predator within. Though few shied away from her, giving room as she moved languidly by, detached from her surroundings, most followed her with their eyes. To many, she looked listless, almost sluggish in her movements, but her senses fanned out around her, finding each beating heart, each tempting pulse of life she was eager to snuff out.
Eventually, a smitten young man from the university approached her, offering her a drink. She accepted and, to those whom cared to look, seemed to be drinking freely, though the drink never diminished. They didn’t chat long before the reckless dandy began to nudge her to the dance floor, and only a couple of dances later eagerly led her out of the club.
The Alley next to the club was empty and secluded in the darkness, and Tala was impatient. His clumsy hands fumbled with first her jeans and delicate underwear before he pulled his belt loose and lets his cloths drop to his ankles. The alley wall was rough on her back, but Tala barely noticed as she wrapped her legs around the young dandy’s waist. Selfishly, she took what she wanted, enjoying the warmth and surge of pleasure his body provided her.
When finally he was panting and breathless, easing her legs down to the ground again while he caught his breath, Tala slid her fingers into his hair and yanked his head back. He shouted indignantly, glaring at her… but the anger on his face faded to shock, and then slammed into terror as he took in the dark glow in her eyes and the fangs glinting behind her darkly painted, smirking lips.
He took in a breath to yell for aid, but that breath never left his lungs.
Tala clapped her hand over his mouth in the same instant that she sank her fangs deep into his tender flesh. She drank her fill, draining his fragile body until his heart stuttered futilely. With a dark chuckle, Tala released him. His body crumbled onto the cold concrete while she fixed her clothes, redressing herself. His dim eyes watched her, widening with fear when she kneeled down next to him.
She enjoyed his fear, loved the power it gave her, the thrill it afforded her vanity and the blood thirsty demon in her that demanded satisfaction. With this one, she cradled his head gently, and then snapped his neck as she twisted it around backwards.
It was only her first day in this little city, but Tala was already sure she’d enjoy her stay, however long or short it may turn out to be.
“Demaitre, your warm hospitality deserves thanks. I’ve never been given so sweet a first taste of any other city.”
