The woman at the end of the bar was fair-skinned, light freckles covered by makeup, but Declan could see them. Her eyes a pale blue, nothing special like his Angel, but this one would have to do. He needed to feed so he could go out in the daylight and not attract attention to himself. Times like this, he wished he had his beloved by his side to provide what he needed. He almost felt ashamed of what he was about to do, almost.
He could tell she was a little on the shy side. Trying not to look at him too long, but yet wondering why he had bothered to sit down at her end of the bar. He finished his drink in one swallow and waited for her to approach him. Her blonde hair up in a bun only brought more attention to her long neck, begging to be bitten. Of course, he would have to wipe away the
