-Raven-
Intriguing. That is the only way I can describe him. All my years of existence and 'intriguing' is the best I can do? Pathetic. Something about him fascinated me to no end, yet felt faintly familiar. I felt drawn to him... A human, no less! Perhaps, it was just the hunger talking, it had nearly been twenty-four hours since I drained the poor sap that picked the wrong lady to try to mug; I was in no mood for that nonsense.
He ordered his drink from the short, blond, and very busty female bartender that was, without a doubt, trying to coax him to her bedroom. In the midst of his declination, I noticed the pulse in his neck, full and bounding beneath his pale skin. The tattoos crept up, slightly licking my target. I slowly ran my tongue over my fangs in anticipation, he was going to be a treat.
He stood at the bar with black, beautiful ink adorning his taut, stone-like arms. I couldn't help but notice that ever so often, he would impatiently run his fingers through his jet black hair and glance up at the clock. I sexily sauntered over to him and took a seat at the bar.
"Hi," I hissed, carefully ensuring my fangs were hidden from sight.
"Hey, sorry, I-," he started, his sentence breaking when he met my eyes. He stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me in awe.
'Typical,' I thought, aware I would have to make the first move, as usual. "My name is Raven, and you are...?" I said, extending my hand.
"Keegan," he replied, snapping out of his trance and bending down to kiss my hand. He pressed his warm lips against my skin, pausing only slightly at the coolness.
"What brings you to this place... alone?" I asked, leering deeply into his eyes.
"Well, I-uh, have a date... a bl-blind date," he said, stammering over his words, "but she was supposed to be here over twenty minutes ago.. I'm afraid that I've been stood up," he chuckled.