Predators

Chapter 1

There is a dangerous glint in his silver eyes as he looks me over. Those silver ovals slip from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, mentally undressing me. It feels hot, and heavy… and I am suddenly curious, a feat not often accomplished. He smiles and inclines his head slightly to the left, the silver of his eyes melting, beckoning me to him. The poor human. He probably thinks he was going to prey on me. I lick my lips as a silent invitation to draw him to me instead. There is no law that explicitly states that I can’t have a little fun with them every once in a while.

His eyes narrow curiously, but he doesn’t move. He averts his gaze from mine and casually leans back against the bar counter. Pulling his fingers through his dark hair, he takes a sip of his drink and doesn’t look back at me. At all. That’s not right. No mortal can withstand my call. He has me intrigued, again something that does not happen often. The last time a man intrigued me at all had been a thousand years ago.

I look down at the glass before me and scrunch my nose in disgust. Agh, fithy mortal beverages. I have never been able to understand how any of them could swallow the vile liquids. Why I had even bothered ordering it, I can’t recall. I wave over the unassuming young waiter, summoning him to me. His red eyebrows raise in incredulity, and I nod at him, placing a finger in my mouth. He almost trips over his feet as he runs over to grant me my wish.

“Can I get you anything, miss?” he asks, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated as he stumbles over his words, unable to speak them fast enough.

I smile at him as sweetly as I could manage, allowing only a hint of my seductive nature to creep in. I didn’t need the extra help with the poor boy. “Some water would be nice, and take this awful drink away before I puke.” He nods with big, wide eyes, like a little puppy, and scurries off, the contents of the glass spilling all over the floor as her runs. I giggle darkly, amused by the pathetic nature of human me – always so eager to please me. This is exactly the reason why so few have succeeded in interesting me at all, and even then, they weren’t quite fully human.

“You have quite the way with men I see,” the man with the silver eyes says as he plops himself down on the seat opposite mine. Strangely, I hadn’t heard his approach. My ears are well attuned to soft noises, it piques my interest further that this man had been able to sneak up to me.

I tuck my ivory hair behind my ear and meet his gaze steadily. His silver eyes, that seems to hold all the secrets of the world, are pulled suggestively, still trying to seduce me. Any mortal girl would have jumped into his arms by now, screaming, “Yes! You can have me! Make me yours! I beg you!” But I am far from a mortal girl. He may be used to preying on these pathetic humans, but so am I. In fact, I might as well make him my next prey. It has been a while since I’ve fed after all.

I don’t reply and start idly twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. I want to see how long I can keep him entranced before I have to say a word. It’s a game I have yet to try. My voice is irresistible; it is one of my many gifts. I’ve never had to do much more than speak or sing to lure a man to me. It will be interesting to see whether or not I could ever be able to do without it. It’s not like I’m planning on losing my voice, but when you’ve gotten so used to hunting me, you try to make each encounter a little different to keep the excitement fresh.

Before Silver Eyes can say anything else, or even comment on my lack of speech, the young waiter wades over to me with my glass of water. He almost falls over his clumsy feet, but surprisingly managed to hand me a glass with all the water still in it. I smile at him playfully, my eyes glinting with mischief. I take the glass without a word and gesture for him to leave. He does as commanded, almost too keen to oblige. I sigh. Sometimes it’s just too easy.