Lust dripped from her lips as she watched him from across the room. Months had passed since her last feeding but tonight her hunger would finally sate. She studied him carefully as he mingled in the crowd. He was a master at working the room, but she desired to have him alone, all to herself.
She checked her crimson stained lips in her compact before closing it and ordering another Manhattan. The bartender set the drink before her and she sipped it slowly, her eyes never leaving him. Once or twice, his gaze crossed hers but he did not notice her. When she finished her drink she left a twenty on the bar next to the empty glass. She then stood, picked up her clutch, and the room began to fade away as she closed the distance between them.
He was talking to a couple when she approached. She rested her hand on his arm, leaned in and whispered something softly in his ear, before turning and walking towards the door. Her perfume was intoxicating and immediately cast him under her spell.
“Excuse me. I’m very sorry,” he offered. “But something has come up and I must leave.”
He shook hands with the gentleman, and hugged the lady before turning and following her towards the door.
He entered the hallway from the ballroom and it was deserted. Where had she gone?
He felt in his jacket pocket for his room key and pulled out a bar napkin instead. Written in black ink were the numbers 967 and a lipstick imprint of her lips. He made his way towards the elevator and pushed the button for the ninth floor. Questions raced through his mind as he wondered what he was about to walk into. A stranger, in a foreign city, a hotel room, what could be more cliché?
He knocked twice on the door and she opened it part way. He couldn’t see the delicate smile on her lips or the bloodthirsty fangs she hid from his view.
“Come in,” she said invitingly as she opened the door completely and turned and walked towards the bed. The suite was the finest in the resort’s inventory. Only the best clients stayed here. He watched her reflection in the window as she removed the red satin robe from her shoulders and draped in across the bed. She turned to face him wearing only her stockings and spiked leather stilettos.
“Do you like?” She asked as she took a step towards him.
His voice caught in his throat as she closed the distance between them. He felt himself flush and room grew unsteadily warm.
“What’s the matter?” She asked. “Cat got your tongue?”
He shook his head as she pressed her body against his. Her thigh rested against his throbbing cock and she knew he would not resist. She placed her finger on his lips and leaned in close to him. The now familiar scent of her perfume was intoxicating and he inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes when he felt her lips press against his. The last thing he remembered was the taste of blood and pain in his lip. For her, the night was still young. But for him, his life would never again be the same.