Girl-eats-tacos-II

In Michael's life, he had been quite a player, as they would be called now. He courted many young ladies, wooed them easily, and then dropped their hearts to watch them shatter into a million pieces upon the cold stone floors. Since his turning, he had begun to literally break hearts, and at some point in the last 300 years, he had begun to wonder just how far he could string a lady along before breaking her heart. He sipped falsely at his drink and smiled gently at his date across the table. Her name was kylie, and she was a twenty-something girl with red hair and brown eyes. She had been dating him for just over a month, and she though

 It hurt, was the first thing she thought. The man, who had been so tenderly holding her but a moment ago, trailing kisses from her mouth down to a sweet spot in her neck, had bitten her most unexpectedly. In the events leading up to this bite, he had gently taken her into his arms, kissed softly and gave such affection that she began to think him improper. It had genuinely surprised her when his teeth sunk into her neck, and she tried to draw back, only to be held tightly in place, almost forcefully, by the previously gentle arms. The mouth, clamped so painfully onto her neck, removed itself and whispered sweet nothings into her nearby