The Night

Lilly met James when she was 19. They met at a concert, one of Lilly's favourite bands were, playing, and she had gone with her best friend. They were dancing like they were the only ones in the room. He spotted her from across the dance floor. Mesmerised by the way her hips swayed in time with the music, the way her hair flowed down her back and shined under the lights. He saw her head towards the bar, and spied his chance. He made his way through the crowd and slid in next to her, knocking into her as he did.

Lilly needed a drink. All the dancing had left her thirsty! She felt someone knock her arm, and instinctively looked up. That was when she first saw him. Suddenly coming over shy when he spoke to her. He had to be the single most handsome guy she'd ever met in her life! Why was he talking to her? Guys never spoke to her, and now here she was, sweaty and feeling half-dead from all the dancing she'd done.

He asked her if she smoked, and when she said yes, he invited her outside with him. She accepted. He knew he had to have her tonight, there was something about her, and he couldn't let her get away. One smoke turned into two, and that turned into 20 minutes, 30 minutes, and more. The conversation flowed so easily. She felt so at ease with him, like she'd known him forever. He noticed the twinkle in her eye, the way she was looking at him, and he knew this was going to be so easy.

She noticed he kept looking at her. Her eyes, her lips, her neck. Was this something guys did? She didn't know, she'd never had a guy show this much interest in her before, so she didn't know what to expect. Suddenly realising how vulnerable she was, outside here on her own, with nobody around, with a guy she had only just met. She started to make excuses, she needed to go back inside to her friend, he had to get home soon.

He asked for her number, she gave it to him, hoping this might go somewhere. A few dates, maybe he could even be her future boyfriend! Oh imagine!

He asked her for a hug. She could do that, she's hugged guys in the past. Maybe not guys this hot, but still.

He wrapped his arms around her, and moved her hair from her neck as he did. Perfect flawless skin. He wondered how this would pan out. He knew what it would do to her, but how would she feel about it? He hoped she could forgive him, he'd like her to stick around. He liked this one.

He kissed her on the neck, then stroked it in the same place. He then slowly sunk his teeth into her. She tasted beautiful. It had been so long since he last had some fresh blood, that he lost couldn't stop himself.

"I'm sorry" he said to her.