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[Kikio Valyntine]

DAMON MCCAIL.

STOP TELLING ME IM NOT THE MAN YOU SHOULD BELIEVE.

The click of my dress shoes echoed through the empty halls of the top floor of my company. As I walked down the hallway, the lights shut off behind me, soon catching up to shut off in front of me. Even in the complete darkness, I could see perfectly fine. My golden optics were perfectly fine in this setting. I moved to the side, avoiding a printer. My dark hair fell loosely around my face, causing the vampiric orange glow of my eyes to brighten. Normally, they were a piercing ice blue, but when night fell... They turned. It was my time. I unbuttoned the button holding my suit jacket together and shed it, slinging it over my shoulder. I held onto it by the hanger thread, pointer finger curled through it to keep an easy grip on it. I took a left down another hall and to the elevator. As I did, I caught scent of a human still here. Female. I narrowed my eyes. Food.

I watched her as she moved towards the elevator, using her phone as a light. I immediatly recognized her. Trisha... What are you still doing here? I practically purred, not bothering to hide my eyes from her. After I finished her, I would heal her and erase her memory, so what would it matter? She spun, recognizing my husky voice immediatly. Mr. McCail... I was... Uhm... Did you get- I stopped her by moving towards her slowly, pushing my body to hers and backing her against the wall. Hush... I murmured seductively in her ear, nipping it gently. My fingers locked in her hair, tugging her head to the side, revealing her creamy neck. I leaned down, my six foot two frame towering over her.

My fangs slid from their home in my gums as I roved her neck with my lips and tounge. She was writhing in my arms, her body begging me to take her. I was going to take her, just not in the way she was craving. Her hips slammed against mine, and a gasp escaped her. That was when I sunk my fangs deep into her throat. A scream left her lips, not in pain, but in pleasure. Her fingers locked in my hair, holding me to her throat with all her might. Being a pureblood I could make what would be extremely painful, be ten times better than sex, which is what she was feeling. She had no idea it was really my teeth inside of her. I finished, and she fainted in my arms. My tongue ran over my rosy lips, removing any excess blood. I was a clean drinker. Being almost one thousand years old, I should be.

I took the time to carefully heal the bite wounds on her neck and than erased her memory, and making her think she had acutally worked longer and would head home at eleven, instead of ten. I threw my jacket back over my shoulder and headed down the elevator, my golden eyes as calm as they were ten minutes ago.

I didn't drive. I didn't need to. I was in no danger of being attacked, nor in a rush. I didn't sleep anyways. My shoes clicked on the sidewalk, drowned out by the still busy streets. Manhattan was never never quiet. They said Vegas never slept, yeah, well, neither did this city. A sigh left my lips and I ran my hand through my hair, causing it to only fall more around my face. I needed to get it cut soon. I had cut off my powers, causing my eyes to know return to their normal icey blue hue so no one would be alarmed. That was all I needed... A screaming city because someone had glowing orange eyes. I could just say it was contacts, but why go through all the trouble?

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Stepping from the once magnficiant archway that worked as the entrance and exit of her low rent condo, Aeon let her light green eyes rove the night. Inhaling deeply, her nose was filled with scents of hotdogs and the stale smell of alcohol, but beneath that she could smell the tantilizing scents that belonged completely to the night. It talked to her; whispered to her. The night had always called to her in a way that her friends just couldn't understand. Tuning out honking cars and cursing pedestrians, Aeon could hear the faint whistle of the wind, and a wolf howling somewhere in the distance. This was her time of night; she owned it like her friends owned the daylight.

Pushing a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear, Aeon breathed in the night and moved farther down the street, her eyes closed. People moved out of her way like the Red Sea separated for Moses; they knew that the girl walking amongst them was special and different. Lips parting in a silent display of pleasure, Aeon Veil let her enchanting eyes open lazily. Reaching out with her hand she let the pads of her fingers trail along the brick wall to her right, letting it guide her.

Humming a melody quietly to herself, broken lyrics lifted from her in a tantalizing melody, "Hear the whispers in the dark... My love is just waiting to clothe you in crimson roses."

As she sang the lyrics softly to the tune in her head, she saw the colors in her mind. Varying hues of blues and purples tickled her senses and made the music alive. That was a gift of hers; sounds became colors in her mind. The city around her was an agonizing yellow-brown, it was ugly. Personally she would have loved to live in the woods, but this was where she'd grown up, where all her friends and family were. This was her home. Her eyes had closed again, distracted by the colors and sounds that danced across her mind.

Turning a corner, she gasped as she collided into a very solid, very real form. Falling back, her hands shot out to grab at the wall to slow her fall. Wincing, as she felt her skin scrap against the bricks, she grunted as she hit the ground. Pulling her hand in front of her eyes, she sighed in relief that she hadn't broken skin, but frowned at the obvious tears in her palm; that would burn so bad later.

Looking up quickly, Aeon opened her mouth to apologize as she quickly pushed her golden locks out of her face. Stopping short as she focused on the man she'd run into, she blinked in surprise. He was... so beautiful. Oh, what she'd give to have her camera right now. "I'm so sorry," she managed finally, as she rose to her feet. "I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"