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    The beeping of his heart. Bum Bum Bum.... Bum. Rapidly getting faster as he felt my gaze. As I looking over at him, I came to the conclusion that he was a middle aged man. He wasn't coherently stricking with his brown hair and perfect hazel eyes, but he would do. Plus,  the clubs red lights made him look like a king.

    I bite on the edge of my black sunglasses as I made my figure well known. The short dress did wonders for my curves.

I made sure to have his attention as I painfully, slowly made my way over to the man in the suit. I noticed many things as I walked towards him. For instance his tie was red, and his eyes were filled with delicious life.

    His lips lifted on one side of his face, and when I was finally in his reach, he grabbed my wrist pulling me in. I could feel bruises on my wrist forming from his tight grip on me, but I also felt them go away.

Abuser, I knew what one felt like when I touched one. I looked up into his eyes and grasped his the mound of brown on his head, pulling a little as I bit my lips. I pulled his head towards me and tugged at his lip before devouring his lips. As expected he responded instantly, forcefully pushing his tounge in my mouth. We both "fought" for the dominance of the kiss, but I knew I would win in the end. I always do.

Expectedly, we were getting heated. I felt his hands leave my hair and trail down my body until they reached the bottom seam of my dress. I softly pushed him away, biting my lip and batting my eyes as I looked up at him.

    "How about we go somewhere a bit more... private," I seduced.

    "Your wish is my command," he gasped in my ear when I grasped his crotch.

    I felt for his hand and took him to the hotel part of the club. I listened in on the rooms before we would pass them, hearing multiple drunken moans in all but one room. I forced the door open with my hand and peaked at him, he seemed to just brush off the abnormality. To drunk to care most likely. I pulled him into the room. A quick examination of the room would show you that everything was red, everything from the carpet to the drapes. A bed with a broken bed frame right in the middle. I shut the door with my foot as my eyes traveled up and down the silhouette of the man.

    He gently pushed me against the wall before claiming me with his mouth. He found himself lost in a kiss as fast as I felt nothing but hunger. I gave a little leap and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

I had to stay focused. But the feeling in my stomach got harder to keep down, my stomach rumbled. I was hungry. Right on time.

    He chuckled against my lips after he heard my stomach. And I tried my best to fake embarrassment. He walked me over and dropped me down on the bed. He hunched over me then as he started to take my dress off. But he was going painstakingly slow. To slow for my hunger. I stayed silent, though as he finished taking my dress off and dropped it on the floor. He admired my body, for I had worn nothing but a black thong underneath my dress.

   I reached up and gave him the sloppist kiss I could muster. I broke the kiss and moved us up the bed more until we were inches away from the broken bed frame. I switched our positions as I began my onslaught of his lips. I let his hands roam me, I let him squeeze my breasts and even gave out a moan to please him.

I broke the kiss a few minutes later when the feeling, hunger, in my stomach got the best of me. I put a finger to his lips.

   "Shh.." He looked at me confused.

   "What?" I watched the words form on his swollen lips, raspy, and noted the gulp of his throat as I slipped my free hand down his pants. "I, I have protection with me."

   Both of the corners of my mouth lifted and I gave him a look, "I just don't know your name, I was about to f*ck you and I don't even know your name." I pretended to sound guilty, innocent you might say.

   "All?" He squeezed my a*s surprised. "Most girls just want me to show them the condom." His hair was all in nots, making him by societies standards look begrudgingly hot. But I was not attracted to him, I did not feel such silly emotions.

   "Well, I'm not like most girls. Your name?" I asked nicely pulling my hand out of his pants, "Then you can make me scream your name." I loosened his tie before I freeded the buttons on his white shirt.

   "Daniel. How about yours baby girl?" He looked down at my hands as I started to move them up and down his chest.

   "Ivy," I moaned when I grinded my hips into his. As his eyes closed with my foreplay, I looked at him. I breathed in his rosey cologne from my spot on his waist. I also listened to his heartbeat, So full of life. "I'm sorry," I squeaked innocently.

   "What for?" He moanes, confused, opening his hooded eyes.

   I matched his gaze and gave him a vicious smile, "This." I snapped his neck. I watched as the life from his eyes left, and listened to a heartbeat from my position that wasn't there anymore. I hurried, as to catch his soul before it left his body. I stuck my hand through his third and fourth rib, straight to his heart. I grasped it and ripped it out of his chest in my rush.

   Blood soaked me and Daniel's corpse, though I thought nothing of it as I took his heart and bit into it. A great taste instantaneously flooded my mouth. It tasted like life. I devoured his soul and gasped when there was nothing left. The feeling of hunger faded away and I put his heart back into his chest. Now would be the time for me to choose if I wanted to make him like me or not. But I don't wish this life on anybody.

I got off of him and walked to gather my dress. I picked it up from the floor and then followed the many scents to his jacket. I grabbed it and walked towards the bathroom.

   I set my clothes down by the sink. The bathroom was just like any other hotel bathroom, except this one had darker colors, a red and black checkered theme to be exact. I leaned down and took off my thong, setting it on top of my pile before looking into the mirror. I immediately found my eyes. My true color eyes, my irises were black.

   I remember my eyes, my blue eyes. My eyes that were so dark blue they sometimes looked dark grey. But that was before I was this thing. I willed my eyes to become brown, and brown is what they became. I turned around and quickly started the shower. I watched as the mirror fogged over until I thought about how much time I had. I slipped into the shower.

   I let the shower wash me clean of Daniels blood. I washed my hair with the hotels soaps as I fell into my thoughts. I thought about how filling his soul tasted inside his heart, how I listened to his last breaths, and most of all how I felt nothing but hunger towards it. I watched my hair as I willed it to change to all the colors of the rainbow. I stood there in the shower until it turned cold.

   I turned off the water and watched as the water on my skin turned to steam in a matter of seconds, my skin scorching. I leave footprints in the tub. I then looked up to the mirror and watched as my hair turned brown to match my eye color that I willed myself to have. I waved my hand and my clothes floated in the air towards me. I grabbed them once they were in reach and put them on. I stepped out of the shower for my heels to be waiting for me. I quickly snapped them on. I looked into the mirror as I adjusted my facial features to look little like Ivy's. The suit jacket was adjusted until it looked good and then I opened the door to the room.

   I walked passed Daniel not looking back at him and opened the door to the hallway. And within seconds, I was gone. Vanishing into the night.