Sean watched them from across the Lily. A booth filled with people, mostly men, a couple women. The center of attention was a stylishly dressed, well-groomed man who looked like he was a complete douchebag.. He wouldn't be worth the look Sean was throwing him if it wasn't for the petite, button nosed, round faced little cutie fawning all over him. He could care less what the douchebag's name was but Sean figured out that his girl's name was Chloe. She had short hair, and was wearing a form fitting black dress that clung to her pert tits and round hips like a second skin.

Sean couldn't stop thinking of pushing that dress up over those hips, tearing away her panties, and fucking her stupid. He allows the vitae to course through him, warming his body, and his loins begin to stir at the fantasy images flashing through his head.

It was the douchebag's birthday today, and all his best friends had come to celebrate it with him. They had paid for the booth, bought a bottle of champagne, and she had presented him with two gifts. A new watch and pair of sunglasses. He had smiled so affectionately at her when she'd given him those things. She had smiled right back into his eyes, wiggled her little nose at him, and they had shared a long lovers' kiss. Afterward she sat snuggled up next to him in the booth, his arm pulling her close to him while he jawed it with his buddies.

He watched them drink as the night went on, all the while he tipped well, and pretended to drink - something he'd gotten quite good at. Slowly the friends said their goodbyes, one-by-one as the whole club began to gradually empty out, until at the booth it was just the douchebag and one other - chatting drunkenly and laughing. Chloe gets up from the booth, walks over to the bar, and hands her credit card across to the bartender.

"Hey there."

Chloe hears someone speak to her, and looks over and sees Sean sitting there. She smiles, finding herself somehow drawn to the appearance of the lean, tattooed punker.

"Oh, hi." She says, her voice was sweet and light, and the sound of it was all Sean needed to decide that he needed to take this girl into a dark place and put it to her. Sean needed to hear that voice moan and squeal.

Sean smiles at her, the way his brow arches slightly and the way his smile slowly spread across his face is so disarmingly sexy that Sean imagines can almost hear the wetworks being turned on downstairs.

Sean turns to look at the douchebag and his douchebag friend, yakking it up in the booth, sloshing alcohol on themselves. Happy Birthday, asshole. Then he turns back to look at Chloe, and this time she can barely handle the unnatural sexiness he rushed at her with that look. It was Magnum. She was his already, even before he said "Let's take a walk."

They slipped out of the club together and flitted across the street, hand in hand, Sean in the lead. She giggled as she ran to keep up with him as he lead her to a dark alcove, the doorway of some closed storefront. She jumped into his arms, reaching up and pulling his head down into a furious kiss. They kissed deeply until Sean broke the kiss, and a predatory grin spread across his face. It was a savage grin that said to Chloe I'm going to eat you up, little girl, and she moaned when she saw it.

It was her idea to squat down in front of him, fumbling with the studded belt on his jeans and the buttons on his pants. He stood over her, groaning, his hands wrapped in her hair, guiding her actions. Then he stood her up, pulled the slinky dress up, tore away any obstacles, and pulled her onto him. It was just him and her in the dark, and she made the most of it. Locked together Sean leans forward and bites her neck, eliciting a small gasp and a long low moan. He takes enough from her to leave her weak in the knees, but Sean isn't greedy. A car passed by on the street, bathing their hiding place in light, and as Sean looked down to view his handiwork he noticed something, something that made him laugh mid-coitus at the ideas that came from it..

He possessed her now, right now. The douchebag in the club didn't deserve a little hellcat like this. The way Sean looked at it, all Samael's gift was doing was give Sean the ability to give this little firecracker what she secretly desired. She might not share the same type of Beast as Sean, but inside that shadowy doorway she certain showed him the animal living inside her.

In the end she squealed rather well, and a few people on the street even stopped to listen to the sounds coming from the dark niche. He left her messy, weak-kneed and frazzled, and as he emerged back onto the sidewalk into the moonlight he was almost purring in satisfaction. Like a satisfied tomcat.

He noticed the douchebag stumble out of the club and onto the sidewalk. Sean walks over to him, throwing up a high-five "Hey, bro! I saw you inside, happy birthday! Where'd your chick go off to, dude?"

Douchebag stammers drunkenly as he scans the sidewalk and Sean claps him on the back "Don't worry about it, man, don't sweat it. Hey, doesn't that birthmark on her ass look like a question mark to you?" The grin disappears from Sean's face, and he looks seriously into the other man's bloodshot eyes

"Do you have any questions?" He asks. So serious.

Before the man can answer Sean claps him on the shoulder as douchebag struggles tries to wrap his wasted mind around what Sean just said. Grinning again, Sean says to him "Happy birthday, dude. Drive safe." Sean winks at him, and turns, walking off down the street, rounding the corner, barely managing to keep from laughing like a mad man until he was out of sight.

What a night to be alive.

Sean takes 4 Vitae from Chloe