((2008-08-24 16:05:58 Kara rolls 4 dice to hunting (Diff 7) 4,8,5,6 (1 success))

*The night fell heavy and full under a silvery moon. Satin sheets clung onto his frame as I watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The rays cast by the moon reflected upon his blond hair making it look like spun gold.

I stood over him watching him for hours now. He was so doped up on cocaine and Absolute shots that tomorrow he would not remember any of this.

Tomorrow I would just be a dream...or nightmare, really all depends.

He thought I would be coming back to his for a night of romance but as soon as he hit the sofa his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he was snoring softly....perfectly out of it, just the way I wanted him.

I trailed my finger over a bicep admiering the valleys and curves of his arm. Not a single blemish on his body, he was almost too perfect to feed off of...almost.

He sighed in his sleep as I brushed a lock of hair off of his cheek and burried my face in the crook of his neck. Twin marks would fade quickly after I had finished feeding. I would not take too much...I would not kill him, I would leave him with the reminder that he had one wicked night, even though he would remember nothing.

Tomorrow his brain would flicker on and off trying in desperation to regester this evening.

Like I said tomorrow, to him, I would just be a dream...or a nightmare and then, because it was ment to be, it would all just fade back to black.*