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Maria |
| Written by richard bromley | |
| Friday, 11 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      Maria was dancing with her friend when she saw him, he was sitting at the bar with a tall drink in his hand and was watching her. Maria's heart first skipped a beat and then began to beat faster and faster, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, he smiled, she could feel a blush begin to redden her cheeks. A group of people past between them and for a moment she lost sight of him, the people past but he was gone, a drink stood on the bar where he had been standing, she looked up and down the crowded club seeking him he had vanished. She jumped as a hand was placed on her shoulder, she quickly turned, it was him, "Hi, my name is Peter." He had an eastern European accent, Polish, Russian she couldn't decide. "I'm Maria." Now that he was closer he did not disappoint. He was tall with shoulder length hair and beautiful eyes that were a deep dark brown. The music was suddenly too loud; the lights too bright, too many people jostled them. She felt she needed to talk to him. She saw her friend Charice winking at her from over by the bar "Could we go somewhere quieter to talk?" he said, almost as if he had read her mind. She took his hand and led him through the throng and out onto a balcony. It was cold which meant they had the balcony to themselves which was fine with Maria, but the thin silk of her dress soon let in the cold' she shivered. He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders and smiled his beautiful smile, he really was gorgeous. "do you come here often?" he grinned at the old cliché. "Sometimes," she looked at his immaculate hair and noticed silver highlights, and now that he was closer she could see fine lines on his face, he was older than he first appeared. They talked for some time about nothing in particular; it was that old dance that was played out night after night in villages, towns and cities across continents, across the world. Watch out, there are predators out there. He put his arm around her shoulders as they stood looking out over the night time cityscape their breath vapour trails in the air. She turns to face him reaching up to caress the back of his neck; she gently pulls him down to his waiting lips. They kiss, gently at first, but as their passions rise more fiercely, their hands exploring one another's bodies. She felt the hunger in her belly swell, driving her on. She pulled away, he looked surprised. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm so sorry." He looked puzzled; she pulled him back to her, kissing him with renewed passion, showering him with kisses, her kisses straying down across his chin down to his neck, where she nuzzled like a small child, drinking in the smell of his expensive cologne with just the barest hint of masculine musk. Her pulse quickened, her teeth lengthened, as her teeth punctured his jugular he tried to cry out and struggle, but she had inhuman strength, he did not stand a chance. When Maria had drained the hapless Peter she let his body drop from the balcony into the shrubbery below, where hopefully his body would not be discovered till morning. Checking her makeup in a compact mirror, she dabbed away a few a tray drops of blood with a handkerchief. "Such a shame," she said talking to the night "Such a pretty boy." She turned and walked back to the party, she was still hungry. Copyright 2008 richard bromley |
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