Truly Yours

Prologue

Rubbing the last portion of red tint on her lips, she stared at the mirror and puckered her lips. The mascara and eye shadow that she had applied beforehand had fit perfectly showing the innocent yet sophisticated look on her face.

For her it was always like this. Dressing up for the hunt was her best specialty, she'd either go long measures just for the thrill of it and go over the pleasures that she felt over the petty humans.

And then she smiled, it wasn't the usual smile she wore when she was on the job, it was the smile that she rarely ever portray on her emotionless façade.

It held something more than just a simple curl of the lips, it was something that might even conclude as loneliness and sorrow. But no one new that except the reflection of herself.

Giving one last look, she stood out from the chair of the table dresser and stripped out of her robe.

There she wore a red off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her frame perfectly. Any man within her radius would definitely be drooling over that body. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail leaving the ends falling on her back.

She then applied perfume to finish it all off.

A short ring on her phone finally reminded her that it was time, so she grabbed her purse and for the thousands of time, went out into the dark night.

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The place wasn't crowded even for a friday night which made Eve crinkle in dissatisfaction. She'd prefer it crowded so she can have her pick but unfortunately it seems that this time, the odds wasn't in her favor.

"The usual." She called as she sat on one of the bar stools. She placed her hand promptly on the marbled bar with her red coated fingernails tapping on it. Subtly looking for the next hunt.

She'd found a decent looking guy in a white shirt around the corner booth sitting alone with a drink on his hand, and she smiled, bingo!

The bartender handed her drink and she took it out from his grasp, she was about to turn around when she caught something in her eye.

Just a few seats from her was a man, a drink in his hand. He was oddly playing with the glass, contents aside.

As if sensing the stare, he turned his head towards Eve's and both of them locked gazes. He had the astonishingly rejuvinating pair of blue eyes which captured her thoughts.

He was handsome, strong jaws and high cheek bones. It looked surreal for her cause he looked mysterious more yet dangerous, but he was still ravishing. Wearing a black leather jacket paired with a white shirt and a tight ass black pair of jeans.

To her it seemed that she found her checkmate for the night.

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So, I wondered if the plot catches anyones attention? I mean, it can be seriously boring at first but then we all know that the juiciest part comes in the middle, right?

So tell me what you think, it means a lot.

xoxo