“Famished” ©2009 NGN "An interesting proposition." She said in response to the mortals’ bold request, a sultry smile fixed in place rendering her irresistible, fangs concealed so as not to frighten him prematurely. That would spoil the fun. "Yes, why don't we? I'm famished." A spark of amusement in her night dark eyes at her own pun. Her prey smiled with her hesitantly, not getting the joke. He had no idea who or what she was only that he wanted her with a passion he'd never known. She slid a cool finger down the warm expanse of his throat, sending chilblains down his spine. His mouth went dry as a desert. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?" She inquired softly, finger working its way under his collar, popping button after button with ease. Not wanting to appear too eager, he murmured his assent in a fashion he hoped would make her think him smooth and sexy. She knew his thoughts and repressed a laugh. It was so easy... too easy. She almost reconsidered, preferring more of a challenge. But he did have a few redeeming qualities. He was pretty and charming, if a bit vapid. He'd be worth a few nights at least. "I know just the place." Taking him by the hand, she drew him out into the darkness towards one of her favourite spots. He was a tad unnerved by her choice. Nervous laughter issued from him. "A cemetery? How Goth of you." The pretense was easy too. She let him think he was witty with a light laugh and a smile, drawing him into the place, leading him to one of the crypts she'd broken into. She called it Cold Storage, a place to keep them when she meant to make a meal last more than a night. "Okay." He said with a wry grin, allowing her to escort him inside, putting his hands on her immediately. "This turn you on? I can dig it baby." Already taking liberties, well, that was just fine. Let him have a little fun, after all, this would be the last night he'd be able to enjoy anything, really. The thirst ate at her insides, making her impatient. Time to take the matter and the mortal in hand... She fed well on him and despite the fact he put up little fight, the rich meaty broth in his veins made him worth it she thought. Leaving him sprawled on the floor of the chamber looking for all the world like a spilled bowl of red Jell-O, she shut the door tightly after herself, sealing him in. He could scream his throat raw and never be heard, the area in which the crypt lay long since abandoned by the living. She returned the second night to find him bloody, battered for his efforts to escape and exhausted. This time he fought albeit weakly. A day without food and water is nothing to those accustomed to going without but for these soft modern mortals, it was tantamount to a catastrophe. Again, she fed, enjoying this second meal more than the first and again left him unconscious on the floor. On the third night before she even reached the cemetery gates she knew the party was over. Fragile thing, he had expired. "Damn." She cursed softly to herself, "How I loathe going hungry." *story by my Fiance`*