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What would you do if a sexy stranger came up to you in a bar...?
Become her meal. |
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Midnight Rose, a name that for centuries would roll off any man's tongue; in the heated passions of a cold night, or one's dreams in the middle of day; Midnight Rose. A name that would be screamed in the midst of death, a blood curdling yelp to satisfy any killers’ lust; That is what this name would stand for. A fallen angel sent by the devil, from the eternal flames of hell to wreak havoc upon the human’s earth. Silken hair of a deep, pure crimson color that fell in gentle waves past a curved female's body; her parted bangs that hid almost pure black eyes. Thin feminine lips set under a small, yet pointed nose. Long, slender leg's but muscled. Fitted to her chest and torso was a black sleeveless, high collared shirt. The collar hid her neck, and the color stood out against her porcelain skin. A red skirt clung to her hips, hanging down an inch past her knees. Knee high boot's covered the rest of her legs. Any man who laid his eyes on her always seemed entranced. If they were out with their girlfriends or wives, they never left with them. The man would stay and stare at this more enchanting, mysterious woman. Midnight Rose. She was a seductress yet, a weapon of destruction. Blood was what gave her power. So she hunted. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Looking to try and diminish her hunger for human life force. Although the hunger did not seem as if it would ever die away, leaving her to hunt every day of her immortal life. A small dark pub in the middle of nowhere; so far 'The Green Dragon', was having its busiest night in months. There were actually more then three people ordering beers. Tonight a small group of college guys sat, drinking beer and talking about the 'sexy chick' they had seen in town earlier that day. A loud laugh filled the small dank room. "Man! Did you see that chick’s curves?!" A tanned male with jet black hair, sat laughing so hard his chair almost fell over. He held his sides tightly. Though his eyes were closed, his friends knew he had brown eyes. His one front tooth was crooked, as laughter spilled from his lips, so did some saliva. "Tony, we all saw her man!" A man, who looked identical to Tony, sat across the table from him. There was an agreeable murmur through the other three boys. One of them cracked a cheeky grin. "We all saw the curves, and we all wanted a piece o' that ass!" Tony started laughing again. "Good one Jay! Hey Chris, did she seem a little white to you?" It was the one who looked like Tony that answered. Chris shook his head and smiled. "I was too busy staring at her curves, to notice her skin." |
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