Damon's Desire. Santana's Desire. Fanfic Book Series 1.

Chapter 1. Another one bites the dust. (Damon's)

Chapter one.

Another one bites the dust.

Damon's Desire.

The taste was strong and pure. Shes never been touched by a man let alone a vampire. Her body was limp and dressed with blood. I couldn't help myself. The temptation with her pink thin neck became unbearable.

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Earlier

Every time she turned and smiled for me I noticed her gorgeous clavicle clear as the full moon. Her shoulders kept slipping away from the red spaghetti strap showing more skin to eat on.
I walked over smiling. She had not stopped grinning since I walked in the bar.

The woman slowly gave her bar stool short turns, left to right. I sat next to her without saying a word. We both knew that I came over just for her.

I signaled the bartender over.

"What will you have?" He asked, wiping the glass with a white cloth.

"It's for my new friend here. What would you like to drink? It's on me." I smiled showing off my blue eyes.

It always seemed to work. She smiled and blushed to a light pink making it harder to control the hunger, knowing her blood became warmer as I spoke with her.

She was taking long so I ordered.

"You look like a Red death type of woman." I grinned.

"One red death coming up." Announced the bartender.

"Thank you." She giggled.

"No problem. So tell me pretty lady...do you live here in town or are you just visiting?" I asked biting on a toothpick I brought with me.

"I'm visiting from college. I leave tomorrow." She pouted.

What a tease. Never been touched and asking for it every second I took in her aroma. I stared at her in a trance, asking myself do I suck her dry or compel?

I focused on her peach colored lips moving, and full of blood.
My thoughts were interrupted by the bartender sliding the drink over.

"Thanks again." She said taking a long sip from the orange straw.

I don't think she ever had a drink like this. It was sweet and strong, no taste of liquor. I would have told her to slow down but I wanted to run out of there with her petite body.
I watched, giving her a smile. She must have talked to me but I didn't listen.

I watched her cups empty.

"I was hoping you would walk me home." I blurted.

"Walk you home?" She asked confused.

"I would like it if you walked me home. I live a few minutes from here and it's dark. A man can get scared." I smirked.

She knew I wasn't serious. I just wanted her to walk out with me.

"You don't have a car?"

"Oh of course I do." I smiled.

"I don't mind walking you home. How am I going to get home though?" She asked finishing her last drink.

At last she's done. I looked at her and smiled. I grabbed her small framed face and kissed her. I heard her small moans as they tickled my lips. I stopped, staring into her eyes as she stared back.

A small feeling of guilt ran into my mind when she smiled and held my hands over her cheek bones as if I was her first kiss, I quickly brushed that off.