Love, desire and destruction.

Chapter Twelve

Two weeks later...

Rose POV:

It's 2am, the moon is bright and the town is lively - I am wearing a short and tight black sparkly dress that is clinging to my curves, revealing my cleavage, and highlighting my now very pale skin and deeply darkening hair, my eyes still brown but ringed with red that only the devil would appreciate, heels that a talented stripper daren't wear - I looked hot.

James looking equally as hot, was walking behind me but not too close behind, we thought it would be easier to get a kill if I was alone. Humans can be easily persuaded by a women if a man is not clung to her arm.

The music is loud, the dance floor hot with so many people to pick from. I start by walking over to the VIP section, the bouncers taking one look at me and letting me in - James over by the bar watching from afar, patiently waiting.

I sit on one of the chairs, watching as man after man down another glass of liquor hoping that if they drink enough, they may get laid but I'm bored of drunken old rich men, I want a challenge, so I wait.

Minutes later, a dark haired man walks into the VIP section, walking to the bar he orders whiskey on the rocks, he takes one sip and orders another. The man turned around, looking straight at me - walking over, he took the seat opposite me, looking me up and down as he pushes the drink across the table towards me.

"Your new to the city" the man said.

"Not that new, you must not have been looking" I commented, giving him a slight smirk

"I would remember a face like yours! Now tell me, are you dressed like a hooker because you are one or are you making some kind of statement? Not that I'm complaining you do look hot" The man said, seriously but with a witty smile.

"A hooker? No, why is that what your looking for? I'm sure I can point you in the direction of one" I said, sliding the drink back across the table - I don't drink alcohol"

"Ha, I've never met a women who can take a joke and a sober one at that, I'm Charles, you are?" Charles said, offering his hand.

"I'm Rose and I'm leaving" I said, turning back "you coming?"

Charles looked astonished, not sure if he thought I was joking when I turned back and asked him to come along but nevertheless, he followed.
I took his hand and led him out back - somewhere quiet and out of sight, I leaned against the wall as Charles stood in front of me.

"I must say, dark alleyways kind of scare me" Charles laughed.

I grabbed Charles shirt, pulled him closer and whispered in his ear... "Not to worry, there's nothing scarier then me".

I leaned in, and kissed him, he leant in closer and picked me up, my arse in his hands and pushing me hard against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding me up, he then moved his hand to my tighe, moving upwards he slipped it under my dress.

Things were getting hot and heavy, kissing him like the hungry animal I was, he began unbundling his trousers, when we were interputed...

"Rose, rose, rose, has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't play with your food?" James said walking out of the dark narrow alley and into the moonlight.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend" Charles said, stepping back.

"Not exactly - why do you always have to ruin things?" I huffed.

"Listen, this was good and all but i'm not getting between this, i'm going" Charles said as he began walking past Rose and towards James.

"Not so fast buddy, it's my turn" James said rolling his eyes after realising what he said sounded sexual.
He pushed Charles against the wall and bit into his neck hard.

"If I didn't know better, I would say someone is feeling a little jealous, hey James" I said, adjusting myself.

I walked over to where James was holding a barely conscious Charles, I grabbed his shirt once more and dug my teeth into the other side of his neck - draining the blood quickly, I felt the body go limp.

James looked at me, and I at him - blood dripping from our mouths

"Jealous? No, hungry? Yes. Besides you don't want to have sex with a human, there not quiet on our level" James said still staring at me.

"And how would you know?"

"Meh been there, done that... let me show you what it means to really be strigoi and not just the lust for blood" James said as he grabbed me and pinned me to the wall, dropping poor dead Charles to the floor.

Blood still dropping from my mouth and down to my cleverage, James held my hands above my head - slowly licking the blood from my tits and moving his head back upwards, he smiled and began kissing my neck.
The sensation was ecstatic - he knew exactly were to kiss or suck! James moved his lips to mine, sharing the left over blood from our dearly beloved friend Charles that lingered on both our mouths.

James turned me around, pushed me hard against the wall - almost slamming my face into the bricks, I didn't care though, I was too much into it. He ripped my thong off from under my dress and threw it across the alley, with one hand he grabbed my tit and with the other, he slip his hand up my dress to my now very vulnerable pussy and began rubbing it intensively - bringing me to let out an instant scream of pleasure.

James was hard, very hard, I would feel him through his trousers, slightly rubbing up against me as he plays with my clit and bites at my neck. Spinning me around to face him, he whispered in my ear "Now tell me you want it".

"I, I, I want it" I barely got the words out, James had dropped his trousers, guided one of my legs up by his waist and positioned himself. Kissing me again but his time softer - I gasped as he began slipping his hard dick into my very wet pussy...

"Rose..." stood some very familiar faces.