ibite

     “ i thought we could get a bite together. what better way of getting to know your neighbor than sharing a meal? “

             marcel hadn’t been expecting company, but the scent drifting towards him was a welcomed surprise even if the girl wasn’t there for him. he could hear her heart beating faster as he approached from behind; the blood pumping through her veins calls to him like a beacon in the night. “ leave? i don’t think you’ve done a well enough job to leave yet. “ a hand brushes across the small of her back as he moves past her to settle into a chair. “ finish cleaning---but i want you out of those clothes. “ 

       the delicate sound of piano keys was what drew the vampire near, but the woman’s bare frame kept him standing in the doorway long enough to be addressed. moving forward, he took a seat next to her on the bench, his gaze traveling down her figure before meeting her eyes. “ teach me something. “

          “ when you’ve lived as long as i have it’s pointless to keep track of calendar days. ....unless it’s a shipment day. don’t you like getting presents? “

      “ fair enough. you don’t know me and i don’t know you. “  and out goes his hand for her to shake, easily fitting between the cell bars. “ marcel roux. trusting me won’t be a bad idea if you ever want to get out of there and get a real bed....and warm showers....good food---not that shit they feed you down here. real food. ---------your name? “ 

       “ i’m talking about how shiny and new you all are. .....you also have that wide-eyed look---it’s refreshing when everybody else just looks pissed off. “

     “ look around, baby. this is your gift. i’ll guess you haven’t seen everything this island has to offer. just because you’re on that side of the cell doesn’t mean you’re unlucky---trust me. “

“ forget christmas; this is my favorite time of year. “