The Queen of Hearts

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Her name was Gabrielle.

She had long locks of brown hair that gently flowed down her back. A pale, silky hand wrapped around a coffee cup as she pretended to drink its contents. Her eyes, a bright, translucent blue skimmed over the words of a newspaper. Plump lips fanned across her face, forming a seductive smile.

To the average person, she looked like a simple woman, sitting in the cafe as she let the warm aromas and calmness of the environment envelop her.

But she was neither average, nor was she simple. She was a demon amongst the people in the small cafe. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Her smile turned from beautiful to horrific as she picked up a scent that called to her.

This scent was much stronger and alluring than ones she had come across before. It wrapped around her an drew her in like a bee to a pollinating flower. Her throat burned and a fire erupted deep in the pit of her stomach as the bloodlust began to ignite.

Images of her last feast flashed in her mind, as her fangs began to grow sharper and her fingers became claw-like. She had ripped the organ out of her prey's chest and consumed it while it still pumped in her hands. The preceding time, she punctured a hole in her victim's chest and consumed the blood as it poured out with each pulse of the heart.

Although her face was exquisite, there was truly a heinous beast underneath the surface.

She watched as the man stepped in line to purchased his drink and wasted no time in making her move. Concealing her horrific intentions with an innocuous mask of gregariousness, she approached the man and conversed with him. When he turned to order his drink, and never offered her his attention again, this bemused her.

It took every ounce of her control not to tear into him right there. She breathed deeply to calm herself, but this only made her bloodlust heighten as his scent called to the core of her being. Venomous saliva dripped off her protruding fangs, and she licked her lips to maintain the guise of composure.

Normally men could not resist her charm, but this man was not the case. Even in the ravenous haze that obfuscated her vision, she noticed something odd about him. His face was ashen and forlorn as he fiddled with wedding ring on his finger. It didn't appear that he even acknowledged her beauty or cared about it. He had spoken to her to be polite and once it was time for him to make his order he never thought about her again.

Gabrielle was not a mind reader so she could not see the cause of the anguish that was just beneath the surface. Instead of allowing his reaction to infuriate her, she settled on the fact that it did not really matter. Once her thirst was satiated she would revel in the gratification it brought. Her blue eyes would turn to a crimson red and she would return to her everyday lifestyle until it was time hunt again.

Before the day was over she would feast on his heart as it beat in her bare hands. The blood would dribble down her lips as her fangs sank into the tender flesh. A growl rumbled in deep in her throat at the thought.

A/N

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