He was two hundred years old. Well, actually, he was born of the flesh two hundred and twenty three years ago, but recreated two hundred years ago. His name was Trent; he had jet black hair, snow-white skin, stood six feet tall and was among the five hundred some undead persons living in Cleveland.
She was twenty-three years of age. Her light brown hair fell beautifully around her face in endless curls. She was small in stature, and perfectly proportioned in every way, no feature was too large or small; her breasts were small and firm, her waist scooped inward just above her sexy round hips, her ass was soft and round, every thing was just right for her body. She had spent many nights in gothic clubs in and around Cleveland, but it never quenched her thirst for a real vampire to make her his own. Angel had thought the process out very thoroughly, she figured it might hurt, if only for a little, but then again she enjoyed a nice hard bite on the neck. Ah to be immortal would surely be better than the endless bounds of heaven, but it was all just fantasy, and she never believed it could ever come true. She had no idea but as she walked home from the Walkers of the Night Club she was being followed by the very man who could fulfill her fantasies.
Trent saw her come out of the club as he had many times in the past. He felt drawn to this young lady, and had been stalking her since the first time he saw her. Some thing about her was different than the other girls he had played with just before devouring them. Could it be the beginning stages of love? He never believed in love at first sight but this creature of beauty was beginning to make him doubt his disbelief of the subject. He could smell everything on her and it excited him. She was AB positive, his favorite flavor of blood; he could also detect the sweet smell of his other favorite food, pussy. Ah, yes, this one was worked up, dripping wet, and fully ready to go home with one of the gothic geeks she had not met yet. Trent decided that tonight was the night to take her home and make her his. He followed her after taking the time to notice once again the superior beauty that was radiating off her. He moved silently up the street, and touched her shoulder, but when she looked he playfully hid undetected. She moved again this time walking a bit faster until she felt his hand in her back again. She spun around and looked directly up into the soulless eyes of her stalker. She noticed his white skin and sharp fangs poking just underneath his top lip.
"Look, dude, I assume you saw me in the club, but you missed your window. I'm done playing vampire tonight so you can just go home, alone, wipe off that dumb white makeup and put the fangs away." She turned and began walking again.
He continued following her, put his lips to her ear and whispered, "I know what you want, darling." She spun again only this time she found herself looking at Trent's toothy grin.
Angel immediately noticed his fangs were not the kind one slips over the existing tooth but actually growing from his gums. Her mouth hung open, so Trent took this chance to kiss her. His mouth covered hers, his tongue slipping in to swirl against the underside of her tongue. Meanwhile her tongue found his enlarged canine; she tested the sharp points and tried to pull on them to make sure they wouldn't budge. They didn't. Her knees weakened. She had dreamed of meeting an actual Vampire since high school, and now here she was kissing one in the middle of downtown Cleveland.
