Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 1

Morals Of A Vampire

[Part 1]

The hardest thing for him to do was to not answer to his instincts. Still, there was no conceivable way that he could delay his checkout timing, and so he had to suppress his pure reflex to smile and enchant yet another woman.

He walked out of the bathroom, straightening his shirt and making sure that everything about his appearance betrayed nothing about the activity that he had been engaged in just minutes ago. He toned down on his satisfied smile, picking up his bag that had been left outside the bathroom, surprised that alarms hadn't been raised yet. Wasn't a suspicious bag left in the middle of nowhere supposed to raise alerts?

Perhaps he had heard too many negative rumors concerning the States.

He was just about to walk towards the checkpoint before he felt a tap come from behind him. The woman was already neatly dressed, decked with another enticing layer of makeup. The newly applied lipstick reminded him of what her lips had done to him a few minutes before, and he couldn't stop the grin. Her piercing blue eyes glinted with pleasure and satisfaction, and her grin was lazy and tired.

"I had a great time." She breezed through with her heavy Swedish accent. He would admit that the accent of hers had been what drawn him to her in the first place, but her playful smile directed towards him had also determined that she was interested in him as well. Rather, they were both interested in a short pleasurable time in the airport bathroom, and so had answered to each other's needs like rational adults.

"Me too, thanks." He agreed. "Hope you have a great time in the States."

"I have a feeling that I will." She replied, battering her eyelids at him as if she was attempting to hook him in for Round 2. But he had to checkout now, or some security questions would be raised at what he had been doing since touching down an hour ago. "This is my number. Do call me if you feel like... having a naughty time again."

He raised a brow, definitely agreeable to receiving the phone number of a hot woman who knew exactly her way around with the bed. With once more a greeting of farewell, he turned towards the checkpoint and checked out of the arrival hall. He was surprised at his surroundings, standing in the middle of the busy airport where businessmen and families bustled around trying to get onto the right plane. Family members and chauffeurs waited outside the arrival hall, waiting anxiously for the arrivals to come out quickly.

He only smiled his way through the crowd, walking through with no problem. It had been so long since he last touched down here; he had no acquaintances who knew of him here. He was starting out with a clean slate all over again –no worries in his mind at all.

He was here to create a new life, to experience new experiences.

He stood before the directory of the airport, trying to decide on where to go from here. He had touched down with no plans at all –as he always did when he travelled to a new place to start with his new life. Seeing English everywhere was a refresher, as his years spent roaming in the Asian Countries had made him used to the many diverse languages practiced there.

"Oh my god!" A shocked exclamation nearby took his attention, and he turned around with surprise to find a woman in her late twenties walking towards him with an elated, excited expression on her face. It was obvious that her eyes were perfectly on him when she stopped right next to him, looking up at him since there was a marked height difference. "You are perfect!"

"Thank you." He answered by instincts, giving the woman in purple highlights a helplessly amused expression. She smelt normal, but her clothes of flashy pink and mismatched purple looked as if she belonged living on the street. Or was it a fashion statement here in the States? He was afraid to judge and condemn the woman until he knew what the norm, but he was pretty sure that coming up to someone and saying that he was perfect was not a norm. "May I help you?"