The Stranger

It was late at night when we met: tall, dark and handsome; and me—a girl with a sweet tooth for mysterious strangers. Gesturing with a hand, he invited me over to the bench he was sitting on. “Hey sweetheart.” He said, his voice smooth and rich like chocolate.

”Hello to you too.” I purr, placing myself on his lap. Alluring him with my charm, I gently lick his neck. “You smell so sweet.”

”Do I?” He murmured, tilting his head away from me, leaving his neck exposed. Leaning closer, my fangs lengthen—puncturing his skin—letting the sweet-smelling blood flow freely...So delicious...