<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His apartment - Coffin Chamber<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>xSnorkleRainbow<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Her presentation was good. Slow as though she were about to make love with her lover. His hands rested on her hips as she combed her fingers through his hair and raised on the balls of her feet until her lips were inches from his own. He could feel her soft breasts through his shirt, giving against his hard chest. The detective gazed deeply into her enticing pools, and then she averted her eyes to gaze upon her target. That was all he needed to see to know that this was going to be bad.<br/><br/><em>Dios mio</em>, Salazar mentally groaned. He was just waiting for it now.<br/><br/>He felt her hand latch onto his shoulder and then tug him forward against her lips. They had been as gentle as rose petals, but then came the thorns. When she sank her teeth into his neck, Salazar closed his eyes and his nose wrinkled with the pain he was resisting. She had given too much into her hunger. It was all right. She had some years to perfect it for she was still young.<br/><br/>As his blood filled her mouth, she would note that it tasted unlike anything she’d experienced. It tasted unlike what most vampires would experience even when drinking from other vampires for his bloodline was near ancient. The taste was strong like liquor; an aged and robust red wine. The memories that were in his blood were like a flood: too many coming all at once. Too many to keep track of and some lost to him.<br/><br/>When she retracted her fangs, Salazar had been hoping that she was finished, but greedily she went back for more. As her fingers curled and twisted into the material of his shirt and her hand gripped the back of his neck, Salazar felt his own urges welling within him about to overflow. His lips rolled back, unsheathing the fangs that were growing within his mouth. His hands rose almost shakily to her shoulders, taking hold of them before he shoved her back and ordered gruffly, “Stop!”<br/><br/>The detective turned his back to her, hand clutching his face as he mentally restrained his own lust. He felt his teeth shrink as he regained control, and briefly his hand rose from his face to rest upon his head as he felt a wave of a headache. He never said it was easy to resist what one was. The blood that oozed down his neck began to dry as the holes mended closed.<br/><br/>“You…” he breathed almost exasperatedly. “You have to work on that. That was terrible…just as you always do, you let your hunger get the best of you. You have to learn to control it or you won’t live long enough to see your next birthday. I’m not saying don’t feed, even I have to feed. I’m saying, control it like you did when you were human. It shouldn’t be a disorder though it is with some of our kind.”<br/><br/>Lowering his hand, Salazar faced her and stared at the shirt she was wearing for a moment as he mused silently. It almost looked like he shrugged his shoulders then as he went to the door.<br/><br/>“Let’s go. I will take you to the coven so that I can register you. Do not worry about your clothes; they will have clothes for you there. The others won’t care, and if you’re worried about humans seeing you, then you better keep up.”