It was something she had grown used to, the stares and looks she got when out in public. It was never something that bothered her, she was proud of her art and anyone who didn’t could just kiss her cold dead ass.

Tonight had been no different as far as the looks, but they were less then she had in other cities. Sacramento was certainly more accepting. What was different? The guy that approached her. He was kinda cute, with his own array of body art. Deciding to play along, she stops and talks to him. The topic of course started with tattoos, each telling various stories of their own, then talking about artists, both good and bad.

Soon came the question about her accent and where she was from. She agreed to talk about where she was from if they continued to walk. Her reasons were clear to her, get him some place quiet and dark. Her Beast was hungry, and he just looked too tasty to pass up.

And as luck would have it, they found themselves in the park, the conversation still flowing. They found a bench that overlooked the water, and compared their preferences for black and gray or color.

When he asked to see one of her colored ones, she playfully asks for a kiss first. If he said no, then she would continue her hunt. But he agreed, and was actually a pretty good kisser. And who can really stop at just one kiss? It took only a few moments for her to work her way to his neck and sink her fangs into the soft skin. As the hot metallic tasting blood filled her mouth and throat, her Beast seemed to purr in satisfaction.

As she closed the wound, she softly kissed his cheek and made her way home.