Startled, Daniel jerked upright. “What?” He saw the girl. “No,” he scoffed.
He leaned down again to survey the contents, balling a frustrated fist against the glass when he saw a wadded up neck tie. What kind of dude drove a Miata? A short one. True, a man’s blood would do the trick if the situation got desperate, but after the last few hours, he really, really wanted to drink a woman, and since he wasn't encouraged to bite Holly...
Wait, could I eat her?
He did a double-take. The brunette was petite with an elfin face, the kind of woman who would be carded for alcohol purchases well into her thirties. The primary smells coming off of her were cigar smoke and cologne, so he knew she hadn't been alone for long.
But there was something off.
He narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t hear anything. You don’t have a pulse, either. Am I right?”
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on 2013-09-02 10:57 pm (UTC)He leaned down again to survey the contents, balling a frustrated fist against the glass when he saw a wadded up neck tie. What kind of dude drove a Miata? A short one. True, a man’s blood would do the trick if the situation got desperate, but after the last few hours, he really, really wanted to drink a woman, and since he wasn't encouraged to bite Holly...
Wait, could I eat her?
He did a double-take. The brunette was petite with an elfin face, the kind of woman who would be carded for alcohol purchases well into her thirties. The primary smells coming off of her were cigar smoke and cologne, so he knew she hadn't been alone for long.
But there was something off.
He narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t hear anything. You don’t have a pulse, either. Am I right?”