Cadeyrn motioned for another double from his position at the bar before turning his attention back to the woman beside him.  She was a young thing, barely old enough to drink the shot that was placed before them.  Young had an entirely different meaning to him than to most people.  After all he could name the number of people he knew who were older than him on one hand… and one of those was his brother, who was only about three minutes older than him.  It didn’t hurt that his physical aging had been stopped at about twenty-three.<br/><br/>“A-are you trying to get me drunk?” the girl stammered, her face flushed and eyes glassy.<br/><br/>“I don’t think I have to try lass, you appear to already be there,” he murmured, a dimple showing in his cheek with his lopsided smile.<br/><br/>He handed her the drink and watched her shoot it back with a predatory light in his eyes.  The barkeep and everyone else who glanced their way would pass it off as simply a young man intent on getting a woman drunk enough to get into her pants.  In fact that was exactly what he wanted them to see.  The truth of the matter was completely different.<br/><br/>Fishing a hundred out of his pocket he left it on the bar and helped her to her feet, supporting her as they walked through the door and out onto the dark street.  It was early yet, only a few hours after sunset.  The streets were fairly empty this early and it was easy enough to get her down an alleyway and away from the passing cars.<br/><br/>“Where are we going?” she giggled, her words slurring as she leaned heavily against him.<br/><br/>“Come here,” he growled in answer, pushing her back against the dingy brick wall of the bar as he pressed himself against her, one of his legs sliding between hers and forcing her skirt up around her waist.<br/><br/>She was a pretty little thing, but he had no true interest in what lay between her legs, he was much more interested in the pulse beat against the side of her neck.  He ran his tongue across her skin, tasting the salty remnants of sweat as the pulse beat against his tongue.  His jaw ached, pain and hunger widening his mouth.  She looked at him then, fear flashing in her eyes as his fangs flashed in the dull light from the streetlamp beside them.<br/><br/>He could taste her scream lingering in the air, so close to being born, but before the sound could leave her lips his fangs sank into her lips and the scream of fear changed into a gasp of desire as his bloody kiss heated things lower down in her body, tightening her thighs around his as she whimpered.  Feeding was so close to sex for both of them that there was little difference, pleasure thrumming through her body with each beat of her heart.<br/><br/>Heat flooded him, making his body feel more alive as a blush of color spread across his skin, his length hardening against her stomach.  He was so lost in the moment that the sound of his phone playing Dr. Feelgood by the Motley Crew didn’t register until it hit the chorus.  With a slight curse he pulled back, sliding his tongue across the wound before he lowered her to the ground at his feet, her blood upon his lips as he answered.<br/><br/>“This better be fucking good Lan…” he growled.  Just then a wave of dizziness hit him, staggering him into the wall.  “What the hell are you doing?”<br/><br/>“Shit… a heads up would have been nice.  I’m on my way…” he took a moment to rearrange the girl into a more comfortable position before he headed towards the front of the bar again.  She would wake up in a couple of hours with a mild hangover and foggy memories of great sex and nothing more.  He didn’t bother with his helmet as he settled onto his bike (http://[url=http://www.motorcyclingblog.com/media/images/vijesti/070528001.5_mn.jpg) and headed towards his brother, their connection leading him towards the other man quickly.<br/>