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Blond hair, pale grey eyes, the ideal description of the predator.
He followed you in that small, confined alley where he had seen you. As hot as he was, you couldn't help fearing your safety and quite possibly your life.
"Why hello there my little songbird," He smiles without revealing his teeth. "Are you lost?"
You say absolutely nothing and slowly back up to the corner. Shit. He's really got you now.
This time he gives you a sympathetic look that makes you want to kick him where the sun doesn't shine and run, but right when you get the thought he chuckles low and soft.
"Don't even think about it love," he says, peering into your (e/c) eyes with curiosity.
He finally has you cornered and caught your hands in his and pinned them to the wall. With a devilishly handsome smile, he revealed his fangs and bore them into the delicate flesh of your skin.
You little out a strangled cry as he deprives you of your life and all you see in the fading black are his pale grey colored eyes.
You were daydreaming again on that small little bench in the middle of the park. Looking up, you saw the bright blue sky and happily bathed in the sun's warmth. Sure, everyone said you were a "hippie," and a "tree-hugger" but you really couldn't defend yourself. Ever.
Honestly, you just considered yourself a nice and quiet person, who is considerate of others feelings and would rather be sitting alone in a large library. Yet loneliness would be the key to your destruction. You feel for the book that you were reading before slipping away into that terrifying daydream and grab it.
You stand up to take a walk around the city. The traffic isn't bad, families are sightseeing and letting their little kids jump and climb all over the famous monuments, and Starbucks is practically empty. You shrug a little why not? And enter the café. Naturally, you smile and ask the cashier how his or her day was going. But this one in particular threw you into some sort of frozen state.
It was the man from your daydream.
Blond, pale grey eyes, and a smile without the revelation of his sharp fangs.
You stiffen for a second and shake your head. I'm being impolite, why can't I say anything?
"Hi, how are you today?" You ask to apologize for staring. I guess I'll have the dark chocolate mocha. Yeah that sounds nice.
"I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking, love." He grabs a cup. "Let me guess, dark chocolate mocha?"
"How'd you do that?" You ask, amazed that he had guessed such a specific drink.
