Stalzyn
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Alex pushed open the wooden door of the infamous Hot 'N' Cold bar. Immediately he entered the atmosphere changed, for a brief moment the music stopped as all eyes turned to his direction. Many years ago, he would've appreciated such attention, but now...all he wanted was to be aloof.
He sighed in relieve as the music continued. He made his way quickly to the bar, wanting to order a martini and disappear back to his apartment.
"A red Martini please." Alex requested of the barmaid, she had her back to him so all he could make out was her long black hair, white top, a little stain though at the back, possibly from the drinks. He backed her while she withdrew his drink from the fridge.
He could understand why people thought so highly of his features. His dark wavy hair has been trimmed low to the shoulder, his skin had no blemishes or illment as the blood he takes rejuvenate and makes it sheen. His face was scarless and lustre, his crimson eyes a spinning galaxy of its own, drawing the looker into it. And his voice, soothing and angelic. Alex was not ignorant of the effect he had on people, male and female. How else where they suppose to trap preys if they didn't look divine?
He smiled slightly on sighting a petite brunette babe on a table at the dimly lit area of the club. She sat alone watching her friend dance between two guys, and from the scent emanating from her, she was as horny as hell. All he had to do was walk up to her and....
"A bottle or a cup Sir?" Came voice from behind, bringing him out of his thought. He turned to find the source of the melodious voice only to be more shocked. "She's the one.“ he heard himself say still locking gaze with her. Her earlier question and the entire humans behind him oblivious.
He sighed in relieve as the music continued. He made his way quickly to the bar, wanting to order a martini and disappear back to his apartment.
"A red Martini please." Alex requested of the barmaid, she had her back to him so all he could make out was her long black hair, white top, a little stain though at the back, possibly from the drinks. He backed her while she withdrew his drink from the fridge.
He could understand why people thought so highly of his features. His dark wavy hair has been trimmed low to the shoulder, his skin had no blemishes or illment as the blood he takes rejuvenate and makes it sheen. His face was scarless and lustre, his crimson eyes a spinning galaxy of its own, drawing the looker into it. And his voice, soothing and angelic. Alex was not ignorant of the effect he had on people, male and female. How else where they suppose to trap preys if they didn't look divine?
He smiled slightly on sighting a petite brunette babe on a table at the dimly lit area of the club. She sat alone watching her friend dance between two guys, and from the scent emanating from her, she was as horny as hell. All he had to do was walk up to her and....
"A bottle or a cup Sir?" Came voice from behind, bringing him out of his thought. He turned to find the source of the melodious voice only to be more shocked. "She's the one.“ he heard himself say still locking gaze with her. Her earlier question and the entire humans behind him oblivious.
