the book (hosie)

creatures of lore

Hope O'Deorain was never a fan of loud bars. They were crowded, smelled, and just the overall atmosphere had no appeal to her. However, she decided to come here tonight because it was a perfect spot for; so many people, crowded so nobody noticed her, but she noticed them...

...all perfect conditions for a vampire to find her prey.

Hope wasn't a normal vampire. While most of her kind drank blood like normal vampires, the tall redhead got her energy through sexual encounters with mortals. However, Hope was picky and would take her time to find someone worthy to spend the night with, even if she'd been starving for days.

Hope stopped at the back of the bar and surveyed the area. She had seen almost everybody, and all of them didn't catch her eye. She was about to write this spot off and go to the next dive when she spotted someone at the bar: a young, blonde-haired woman who was absolutely gorgeous. Her blue eyes looked to her and passed as if looking for something, but it was enough to push Hope off the wall towards her.

"She'll be perfect."

Fareeha Amari was panting slightly at the back of the bar. The young Egyptian woman was practically sweating as she pulled the drawstrings to tighten the hood of her sweatshirt. She was already hot enough and the sweatshirt made it worse. She could take it off, but that would reveal her secret...

...and that secret would be two fluffy ears atop her head; being a werewolf wasn't smooth sailing.

What made it worse was the fact that Fareeha wasn't even a true werewolf. She wasn't bitten during a full moon, so the major transformations didn't happen, save for ears and a tail. She also had a coherent mind and could think clearly.

Then, there was a major drawback: her heat.

Fareeha had to find somebody to release the sexual tension that had built up in her. It took all of her self-control to keep her animal instincts in check and hold herself back from grinding herself against the nearest person.

Just when she was about to snap, Fareeha spotted a young, blonde woman at the bar. She was absolutely beautiful, and she seemed to be alone. Fareeha shivered as she caught a glimpse of her face. On slightly shaky legs, she walked towards the blonde.

Josie saltzman sat alone at the bar, sipping away at her drink. She had decided to go out and enjoy herself after a particularly stressful week of a medical conference. She normally didn't do this sort of thing, but this week had been particularly bad and she felt alcohol (and maybe some good company) was the best thing for her.

The Swiss blonde turned in her chair in time to see a tall, redheaded woman approaching her. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her black shirt and slacks, accompanied by a purple tie. Her eyes were different colors and they seemed to bore into her very soul.

Out of the corner of her eye, Josie saw another woman approaching her. She was younger, with chocolate-brown skin. She was wearing tight skinny jeans and a blue hoodie. Odd, considering it wasn't very cold outside and it was particularly warm in the bar.

"Hello there," the redhead spoke.

"Hi," the other woman said.

Both women looked at each other immediately; they didn't notice the other until they spoke to Josie at the same time. Both of their brows furrowed as they squinted with scrutiny to the other.

"Pardon me, but I was here first," the redhead claimed as she placed a hand on her hip.

The hoodie-clad woman arched her brow. "Excuse me? I don't believe you were here first. I think I was."

Josie looked on as the two jabbed at each other on who got to her first. She could tell there was something different about these two, which only intrigued her more.