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He awoke that night with a single thought. It had been over a year since he felt the need and as always, the thought invigorated and excited him. He got up and showered. Choosing his clothes carefully, he thought about what the night would bring. His lips spread into a satisfied smile.

Searching the club with his eyes he saw her. She was young, innocent. He liked those the best. He made his way towards her, his pulse throbbing to the beat of the music as he watched her writhe awkwardly with the rest of the crowd. Her eyes were closed as he approached her. A sudden change of beat and her dancing caused her to brush against him.

�Oh, I�m so sorry,� she said, clearly flustered at the closeness of a stranger. She felt out of place enough, being here alone, and now she was bumping into people. She had turned as she apologized, and it took a moment for her brain to register what her eyes were seeing. She flushed, managing to mumble another apology before he smiled, disarming her completely. His smile put her at ease, but for some reason she also felt a seed of fear take root in the darkest corner of her mind. He saw her tremble slightly and his smile turned genuine. She was wary of him. He liked that just as much as her innocence.

�Come have a drink with me.� he commanded, taking her arm and weaving his way through the crowd. She followed easily, entranced by his aura of power. As they approached the door she balked.

�Where are we going?� she asked, her voice sounding small and timid, even to her ears. He turned, stunning her with another smile. His smiles were always calculated, and she felt another tremor of dread radiate through her being.

�To have a drink dearest,� he said. �Where else?� The crowd around them forced them together, and she found being this close to him was as distracting as his smiles were.

�Why don�t we have a drink here?� she asked, beginning to increase the space between them. Again he smiled. He moved towards her, quickly pressing himself against her as he bent his mouth towards hers. A lingering kiss, soft and passionate, left her breathless. She felt his lips move towards her ear, suckling gently before whispering, �Because I can�t have my way with you here dearest.� He turned again, moving towards the door. This time she didn�t protest at all.

As he unlocked and opened his front door, he was pleased to see he had been gone less than two hours. He turned to his prize and helped her with her coat. As he directed her to the couch he locked the deadbolt and smiled again. Striding into the kitchen he poured two glasses of wine. He approached the couch from behind and leaned over it to hand her a glass. She smiled at him nervously and sipped the wine. She didn�t have much experience with drinking. It was her first time at a club that night and she had gotten in using a fake ID. She swallowed the wine and refrained from making a face. It tasted horrible and dried out her mouth. He came around the couch and sat next to her. She was uncomfortable with how close he was and smiled again. Neither of them had said a word since they�d gotten in the car. She saw how he was staring at her and that seed of fear began to bloom. She had come to the club for one reason though, to prove to her friends that she wasn�t a stupid little girl anymore, and this was her chance. Her naivet� had known no bounds as she sat at home two nights ago and hatched this little scheme. She would steal her older sister�s ID, go to the club, pick up a guy, and then, after they �did it� he would be her boyfriend and she would be so cool. She could just imagine the looks on her friend�s faces when they saw her getting a ride home from her awesome older boyfriend. And as fast as this guy had wanted to take her home and get in her pants, he must really like her. She took another swallow of the awful wine and looked at him again. He wasn�t doing anything except staring at her like he could read her thoughts and she began to worry. What if he didn�t like her that way? What if he did just want to have a drink? She couldn�t lose this chance when she was so close. She leaned forward to kiss him.

That was all he needed. He caught her lips in his and this time the kiss was neither soft nor lingering. He moved away and took her glass from her. He pulled her to him again, pushing her back against the arm of the couch. She was extremely stiff and inexperienced as she tried desperately to seem like she knew what she was doing. She felt his hand touch her thigh and she couldn�t help but jump. Mentally chastising herself she gingerly put her hand on the side of his neck. His lips broke from hers and he began to kiss her throat, his hand stroking her thigh. She felt her pulse begin to speed up as his tongue found her earlobe again. His hand left her thigh and began to work its way up her shirt. When he slid it into her bra, she wondered momentarily if she should be doing this. It was all moving so fast and she began to feel the dread again. The thought quickly shot from her head as when she felt his lips wrap around her nipple. "Where did her shirt and bra go?" she wondered. His hand moved back down to her thigh and began stroking it again. Each time his hand moved up a little further and pushed her skirt with it. Soon her skirt was around her waist and she felt his fingers stroking her through her panties. They were moist and he smiled against her throat.

Slipping a finger around the barrier of cotton, he caused her to jump again by sliding his finger up and down her wetness. He brushed his fingertip across her clit a couple times, causing her to gasp suddenly. He stopped and backed away to pull her panties down to her ankles. Her eyes were closed tightly and she willed herself to just lie there, waiting for him. She felt his cool fingers return to playing with her body. His lips found hers again and she kissed him, grateful for something to take her mind off her nakedness. Her eyes flew open when she felt his finger pressing into her. It felt so much bigger than the tampons she used and as he began to move it in and out, she wondered how much it would hurt for his dick to doing the same thing. It felt strange and uncomfortable until he began to play with her clit again. She began to feel the most interesting sensations, radiating and building throughout her body. Suddenly her body felt out of control, writhing and thrashing of it�s own accord. She opened her eyes as it ended; wanting to tell him it was her first time when she saw something flash.

�What�s that?� she asked, feeling a sharp burn across her throat. The pain exploded as air hit the severed flesh. He held her tightly to him, watching her eyes go through filters of emotion. She pushed weakly against him, as he held her still tighter. The end was the best, when he saw the last flicker of life flutter and blink out. Finally, her body sagged in his arms. From a distance they could have looked like young lovers caught in an embrace. He kissed her lips one last time before laying her down to go clean up.

The next morning a crowd was gathered around a small hill in the park. A young girl lay as if sleeping. She was so beautiful, so sweet looking. Her hands were folded around a small bouquet of roses. More roses of the same deep, dark shade were scattered around her peaceful form. Her long blond hair was spread out about her head, more of the same rose petals strewn over it. As people murmured about the scene before them, she was compared to Sleeping Beauty, so serene and calm her slumber seemed. And the roses, how red the roses were, such an interesting shade of red. Just as red as the stream of blood that had trickled down her throat and pooled beneath her neck.