She wore a red dress with a long black, silk hooded cape. Her lips were painted with the reddest lipstick she could find. Being four hundred years old, she was beautiful, and she knew it. With one last glance in the tall mirror, she went downstairs to her waiting car.Reaching the edge of town, parking her car, she slid her long legs out. She was looking for just the right target. She entered the darkened bar, ordering a drink, she spotted him right away, he was young, good looking and alone. Their eyes met, the dance of love had begun. She was trembling as they left the bar, heading for her car. Their eyes met one last time, the kiss was powerful, uncontrollable, finding his neck, she bit down hard and deep, she reveled in each drop of blood. It was warm and sweet, the best, she ever had. Finished with her prey, she pushed him out of her car, wiped her red lips and drove home.

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