Demonic Desires

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He watched the rain come down in his natural state sitting under a sign that overlooked the city below. Nearly twelve feet tall he weighed nearly a thousand pounds of pure sinewy muscle, with a preternaturally handsome face. He loved this city with all it's hopes and dreams so tangible he could literally taste it at times. Often those hopes and dreams were quashed. At times they were realized.

He had much to do with both. His fleeting moment in reveling in his natural state came to an end and he turned back into his human form and headed to his car. Jumping into the black Jaguar he drove back down to the city, heading toward the bus station, which was always a rich fertile ground for dreams to make, or quash.

Today, he felt in a making mood. Once he arrived at the bus station, he stepped out and looked around. He knew that his Armani suit was incongruous to what the people around him were wearing, and ignored them.

He caught the scent almost immediately. Desperation and desire in such quantities it almost completely rooted out every other emotion he could sense. He headed over to the source, in the women's room and waited for her to come out. As she did he smiled warmly, secreting the pheromones that would cause her to instantly trust him, and said, "Hi."
 
Things weren’t going well today, all of her applications had thus far been ignored it seemed, she was out of work, running rapidly out of money, and her employment chances showed no sign of looking up. And to add to that it was raining.

Michelle was in the women’s room, trying to fix what the rain had done to her hair and makeup, with little success, she was short, petite in fact, with long dark hair that came down below her shoulders, now wet and ropey thanks to the torrential rain. Her makeup had begun to run, but that she was having slightly more luck with fixing.

Finally looking a little more presentable, Michelle stepped out of the bathroom, and almost straight into the man stood outside it.

“Oh… sorry…”

Then she got a good look at him, he was handsome, undeniably, with chiselled features, and eyes that hid more than they showed. His suit, expensive though it seemed, clearly covered a body composed of nothing more or less than pure, solid muscle. She didn’t even know the guy, but instinctively she liked him. She returned his smile, suddenly embarrassed at her bedraggled appearance.

“Hi.”
 
She looked like a drowned rat, and Lucian considered that may not to be too far off the mark. He looked her over, closely this time. She was a full foot shorter than he, and perhaps 100 to 110 pounds lighter. Her dark hair had potential, it was long and would have been flowing in other weather conditions.

Giving her a warm smile, he extended a hand, saying, "My name is Drystan. Would you like a to have a cup of coffee? My treat."

He broadened the smile as he held a hand out toward his car, "I promise, no shenanigans today. All I want to do is buy a cup of coffee, maybe some food, and get to know you."
 
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