Blood Town

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I’d been dreaming for years for a were to come, when he finally came into the bar.

I mean werewolf, like actually changed in a full moon, had razor sharp claws and deadly teeth...

Ever since werewolves made themselves known about four years ago, I had always wanted a handsome were to come into the bar.

 And this one, being tanned and with his thick dark hair the werewolf seemed to have many admirers. All the ladies that were on their seats were now circling him like a shark.

  His bulging biceps and his sturdy frame made him appear as if he was a god, powerful, strong deadly... whereas the other men - as manly as some of them were - seemed like boys that puberty had not graced them yet. Sitting in their seats green with envy and panicked with fear the men kept their distance.

 I could tell he was a werewolf because of his tanned skin and those beautiful chocolate eyes of his had flickers of gold in them if you really stared at them long enough. His muscular and masculine body was not that way because of the gym but genetics.

 You see here in Southwick someone new was a massive shock to everyone and you could guarantee that everyone would soon know who he was, what he was and they would talk about it for days. Southwick was very small place containing only a couple hundred of people meaning if you were looking for someone to date it would be people you grew up with and were in school together.

 And this really bored me; most of the men I knew were either, village idiots, psycho or had no respect for women. That was why I had been dying for someone different to come in here, there was already rumours of other supernatural beings out there but I just wanted the opportunity to try and date someone different and that’s what I saw when I looked into his deep chocolate eyes ... opportunity. And those deep chocolate eyes made me melt... 

 You could see I wasn’t the only woman in the bar that he had this effect on. By the time he made his way over here I was a slobby mess trying to pick myself of the floor.

 “E-erm w-what can I get you?” I was so nervous I could feel everyone’s eyes burning a hole in my back.   

 The corner of his mouth twitched not quite making a smile. “Chillers” his rough ragged voice like the revving of a motorbike.  He licked his fingers and searched through his notes.  He was not asking but stating exactly what he wanted, I would guess he was a boss at some kind of job that required him getting what he wanted when he wanted.

 “We only have light if that’s ok?” I asked, frustrated and tired.

 “Yes” His big red lips parted and showed off his square, straight, white teeth.

 “Thank you” I said mimicking his rough voice not wanting to push this and get a customer complaint.  But the one thing I hated the most was someone having no manners and I could tell my voice betrayed me. Who was this werewolf anyway?

 He took a swig of his beer, rolled those chocolate gold eyes at me and I wasn’t sure if I hated him or wanted to kiss him. Either way he was arrogant as hell.

 He squinted at my label of my Southwick Tavern uniform which concluded of a black plain t- shirt and black slim line trousers. That I thought suited me perfectly; it highlighted my best bits, my teeny waist and small chest but hid my chunky thighs and tummy. This was why I was frustrated, I wasn’t an item of obsession like a sex symbol or anything but I wasn’t downright ugly either. This was hard when you were trying to find someone local to date because most men were cheaters and didn’t want to commit to being in a relationship. I am not a person for booty calls and I had always made that clear.