The night was cold, the moon could be hardly seen.
Thomas had taken too long to return. It was the second night after he left chasing Allistair but I don't mean I was worried about him, in fact I was more than pleased with his absence but somethin' told me that night was going to be hateful.
I left the apartment looking after you, I couldn't believe what I was doing: going after a mere human just because I wanted to meet him again? I didn't care, I was decided to either turn you or ..., even if my sire didn't approved the idea.
I met my "cat" on the way, he's eyes were staring at me like if he was asking "Are u insane?? He's going to kill u". I patted his head and continue walking. He was behind me, I could hear his paws against the asphalt.
For some extrange reason, I didn't care that night about people seeing an overlarge black jaguar walking behind me. I believe I felt safe with him watching my back.
We arrived at the club and I told NighstShade to stay outside as I was going in. The red lights in the place were hypnotic, the smell and sight of sweaty bodies aroused my senses. I needed to find you more than ever before.
After a while, I finally saw you, taking pictures of the "Month Girl" as usual. I slowly walked towards you, placed myself against your back, crossed my arms around your neck, my chin on your shoulders and my breath over your neck:
-Hello, photographer... how have you been?
I could feel your heart going faster and faster, you were scared... and I liked that.
I gently licked your neck and whispered into your ear:
-Calm down my dear, you are safe... for now
I then left you and went sitting near the bar. I was watching you, and you knew it, you could feel it.
But suddenly, there was something that wasn't rite. There was another dark pressence in the place, and it wasn't one of my kind... I had to left... I had to leave you again...
Now, you were truly safe...
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