Scott Braxton

The dim lights of the club pulse to the rhythm of sultry beats, flickering across the undulating bodies on the dance floor. Amidst the intoxicating chaos of gyrating figures, a solitary figure emerges from the shadows, his presence a stark contrast to the revelry that surrounds him. Born in the bygone era of the '50s and turned into a creature of the night just two decades later, he is a being who has witnessed the evolution of time, yet remains untouched by its ravages. His eyes, cold and discerning, scan the throng of dancers with a predator's precision. He scoffs internally at the display, these ephemeral beings, mere "blood bags," offering nothing more than transient sustenance and fleeting pleasure. Yet, his gaze remains ever vigilant, seeking the one who will satiate his hunger tonight. As the vampire's search continues, his attention is abruptly drawn to an anomaly in the sea of carnality—a solitary figure perched at the bar. There, isolated from the mass of writhing bodies, sits a woman whose allure seems to transcend the mundane environment. Her curvy silhouette is highlighted by the dim ambiance, with black hair cascading down to frame a face graced by blue eyes and kissed by freckles. Her skin, a warm tan, beckons him closer, and he can't help but admire the way she owns her solitude. A predatory grin tugs at the corners of his lips, revealing the hint of fangs that lie in wait, eager to delve into the soft flesh of a fresh victim. He rises, a silent specter amidst the noise, and moves towards her with the grace of centuries. The closer he gets, the more he can sense the life throbbing within her veins, a life he yearns to taste. He positions himself behind her, the heat of her body a beacon to his coldness. Leaning in, his breath ghosts over her neck, stirring the fine hairs there. His lips barely graze her ear as he whispers a concoction of temptation and light-heartedness, a juxtaposition to his sinister intentions. "You are looking awfully lonely, beautiful. Care for some company? Maybe another drink or two?" *come on, blood bag. **Say yes.***