Bad Boy Blogfest!!

Tina Lynn over at Sweet Niblets is holding a Bad Boy Blogfest today!  Thanks Tina!  Here is my entry!!  Hope you enjoy it!  I wrote it just now!  Can't wait to read everyone else's!


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Light rain fell on his black trenchcoat, moistened his long dark hair.  He didn't mind the rain, he was more interested in his prey.  Dragan’s onyx gaze fell on her throat. Her slender white neck gleamed in the moonlight. She was a few rows over, kneeling down beside a headstone crafted into a somber angel figure. Why she was in a cemetery alone and at night was a mystery to him, but he did not truly care why; she was a meal to him, and nothing more. Yet she was overwhelming his keen senses. He could smell her aroma from his perch atop a crumbling, mossy headstone. She smelled sweetly of vanilla and lavender. Her warmth filled his nostrils, sending him into a frenzy. His hands shook with anticipation. But he knew he must control himself, he mustn’t scare her away. Not yet. He needed her blood inside him.



Dragan eased off the tombstone, quietly making his way towards the woman he now considered already dead. His quickness landed him directly behind her; his silence left him standing close and undetected. At this distance her sugary scent devastated him; he could taste her now. He shifted momentarily, his boot heel crushing a twig under its weight. She turned swiftly, catching a glimpse of a tall shadow of a man.


“Hello my dear. I am Dragan of the nightwalkers. I am here to ease your pain.” He smoothed a dark strand of hair away from her face, revealing the sadness in her eyes.


“Ease my pain? No one can easy my pain. Not anymore.”

She lightly ran a finger over the name on the headstone: Marcus Brennan. At that simple gesture she began crying all over again, tears mixing with the fresh rain. Dragan reached down and lifted her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her slim figure easily. She lost all composure then, sobbing into his shirt. He had her now.


“What’s your name, child?” He angled her chin upwards to see into her eyes.


“Elaina. My name is Elaina Brennan.”


“Well Elaina, prepare yourself for death.” Shocked, Elaina tried to pull away, pushing with all her strength against him. Effortlessly Dragan threaded his fingers through her hair and jerked her head back, revealing her soft, porcelain throat. A scream escaped her mouth, as his mouth lowered to her neck, piercing the skin with his razor teeth. Her syrupy blood teased his tongue, rolling around his mouth, increasing his need for more.


He drained her, leaving no trace of life. Propping her body up against Marcus’s grave, he glowed with triumph, his confidence growing with another successful kill.

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