• "Seventeen? What a wonderfully ripe age. Tell me Mavir, have you ever been in Love?" A sly smirk appeared across his face splitting his pale skin to revile a shining fang. Kurage was popular with the ladies; young, old, aggressive, submissive all of them. The cafe' was partly empty a few couples, a small handful of friends together for a get-together. The sun was setting slowly on the horizon, it's orange and pink rays spread across the sky above the clouds as if a yawn signaling the end of a day.

    Sitting across from Kurage was a smaller shivering girl. Her hair as white as snow, her lavender eyes hide underneath. Purple and lavender ringed horns protruding from above her forehead and looping back slightly to the sides of her temples. The silver and black headphones that had once been over her ears was around her neck now, "Love..?" she tilted her head, and their eyes met. Lavender to blood red, and she shook her head, "Love is but a numbing sensation that which leads to pain.."

    Kurage shifted a little uncomfortable, gliding some stray strands of short blond hair back behind his pointed ear, "Ah, I see. But my dear, love can be pleasurable as well. Do you wish for me to show you?" he smiled kindly in his seductive way, offering his slender hand. Mavir leaned back against the booth back cushion, her short hair swaying back as well.

    "There is nothing you can show me that I haven't already seen myself.." she sighed her plump breasts constricted in a soaked purple vest underneath fishnet. Kurage was speechless, this wasn't going as planned. He leaned back as well, crossing one leg over the other and tapping his clawed fingertips on the table before him, thinking devilishly with a warm smile. "My dear I wish to do nothing more than help..-"

    "There is no help for me," she got out before he could finish. This frustrated him greatly, he dreadfully hated being cut off. But he kept his mellow, it had been a long while since his last feed so he was desperate for this one. His hand went to his shirt's folded collars, lightly tugged on its black fabric and white under shirt. He feathered it quietly, pondering on a thought, studying Mavir from afar as she pulled her arm-warmers up more.

    He tapped his dress shoe against the floor before leaning forward, his elbow on the table, "I merely want to show you a good time daring. You don't seem to have seen many of those." He nodded slowly, offering his hand once more to her, "that is all I wish to do.."

    (To Be Continued...)