Dominic stood by the bar at the Blood and Bite, looking for a woman, the right woman, the one who would keep his head straight, the one he craved. His thigh twitched, heavy muscles he'd worked hard an hour ago, muscles demanding relief. Hunger lived in him now, deep, begging, fierce. He was a vampire and a warrior. He needed what he needed.
His gaze slid around the south of the bar, in the many dark corners, the deep padded booths covered in red velvet, past the flashing strobes meant to disguise the various dark deeds that brought mortal women in droves to the vampire joint.
COMMENTS
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KITRA
04:21 Oct 05 2015
Fangtasia? :D