This apple has fallen far from her tree ( The power of evil, a desirable mate?)

This apple has fallen far from her tree (Evil never looked so sexy)

Put your story text here...Hello everyone, just a quick memo to everyone. New story finally here after much editing and I mean in the story line way so don't get to caught up with grammar and spelling. I was upset that my first story hit a dead end for me but I have thought long and hard about this one and hope you like it too.

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"ooh Baby come on just do it, your driving me crazy, ahhh you smell like fire."

Actually you're driving me crazy. If I heard this freak moan one more idiotic comment about my scent I swear I was going to run outside roll in some dog shit and then see if he still wanted to shag me. I stared distantly up at the man groping my leg. The bar was dark but I could see a typically attractive face smiling perversely down at me, his eyes full of greed. I was going to enjoy this one, he looked refreshing. Deciding he would be my lot for the night I slid myself slowly and timidly onto his broad lap. I disgustedly felt his large erection below me pressing into his dark denim pants, yet at the same time a small part of me was thrilled, lust was tasty.

I looked him in the eyes and placed my hands either side of his face in an almost affectionate gesture. I knew he would not enjoy this he, like many sick bastards I quenched my thirst on, liked the shy paralysed young women, who waited to be taken in fear. But my eyes captured his in an instant. His lips shifted into a grim vacant expression. Confused and a little fearful, I took him, pressing my mouth to his. The kiss of death.

His breath caught and his heart raced my mind closed in on his thoughts, his secrets, his dirty dreams, every thought he had ever had. Every last spec of evil vulgarity I engulfed it taking his essence into me. There was some light too but it was bitter sweet compared to the chocolate that was his darkness. When the process was complete the body slumped back into the booth it sat in and breathed deeply. His eyes were gone and replaced were deep dark voids of emptiness. And after I acknowledged that fact a small tear shed my eye hidden to any on viewers of my crime by the neon lighting above.

No body can live long without its soul for long, it would be more remorseful to kill it before it felt pain but Kayla would not allow it. I could feel her eyes on me right now. And there was a difference between her and me I always felt the guilt afterwards she did not.

I never chose to be a demon, I never chose to take the life of a warrior and I certainly never chose my parents.

The bar was starting to empty out, it seems everyone had had their fill for the night, although not like me and Kayla. More like a nice dose of blood for the vampires though I'm sure they'll all be back in here soon especially when they find 2 dead bodies. The street out front was choc a block, chaotic taxis whizzed in to catch those heading home. Limos were escorting VIPs and many pushed to get out the small double doors at the front. I dodged them all hiding my face under my massive cloak that concealed my back and face we wouldn't want any big surprises coming from me today especially since a man just yelled.

"Help someone please call a doctor, get an ambulance there's been an accident." I had just reached the outskirts of the crowd who had turned back towards the entrance of the club when Kayla's light footsteps met my silent ones. She did not speak as I handed her keys to the 2010 yellow corvette parked on an old cobblestone street behind the bar. Nor did she say a word as we pulled away from the busy Venice city centre and down past the canal to the large apartment I owned. Though her sister had something to say when we got in.

We walked into the foyer of the apartment and flicked our shoes towards the cupboard but it didn't take long for...

"You are profiling again Sonya, and in the same city as before. You cannot keep killing men who look the same, dark hair medium build. Are those fags finally getting to your head?" She referenced coldly to the cigarette resting on my pink lips, just as I reached for my lighter.