FicWad

This chapter is in Theo's point of view. He's more than a little drunk, but he manages to behave.

I can smell his lust,
I can almost taste that sweetly poignant emotion that makes my heart beat faster.
I will taste it.
Will the blood taste as sweet?
Will he cry and beg like a good little bitch?
Yes, I think he just might.
I've been watching him for so long that I can tell that he's a little sadist.

So beautiful,
all black leather and silky lace.
He looks so cute when he's trying to look gothic.
Those full pink lips.
Those lust filled gray orbs.
Makes me want to slam him against the nearest wall and hump him till he passes out.
Maybe not,
I'm already getting more than the usual amount of weird looks tonight.

I'm still doing my pathetic stalker act,
staring at my beautiful new obsession as he dances with his friends.
I long to be the one pressed against his soft flesh.
I want to be the one causing those soft whimpers of arousal to slip past those lips.
I want to bite down,
on that swan's neck.
I want to bury myself inside of his warmth.

Yet, I can't jump him.
The cops will probably arrest me,
and I really hate spilling blood on my party clothes.
Jail is pretty bad too.
But mostly,
I don't want to ruin this.

He's heading my way now. Guess he's noticed how hard I'm staring at him He at least a foot shorter than me.
God,
I've got to stop wearing these boots.
Is he wearing what I think he is?
Is that a miniskirt?

Oh thank the gods!
He's absolutely, fricking gay.
Looks like I'm forgiven for murdering that convent.
I could just skip around and squeal in bliss.
In fact,
I'll do just that after I bang him into next month.

So right about now,
I'm sipping my cocktail(hee hee,
and wondering what type of blood the used as that little cutie pushes his way through the crowd.
All that fuss over lil 'ol me?
I'm flattered.
Really, I am.

The kid's bold,
I've got to give him that.
Not many people would willingly walk up to a guy who was nursing a Bloody Mary and muttering to himself.
Even I wouldn't do that.
And I'm the crazy one here.

Oh now his goody goody friends have noticed why he's leaving them.
I know that look,
It's Lecture Time!
I'll give them thirty seconds of my patented death glare (stolen from Gundam Wing's Heero Yuy, of course)
before rescuing my little peach.

That worked.
Now, should I hump him or take him back to my mansion and do terribly naughty things to him?
Maybe I should do both.
I haven't been laid in 5 hours,
withdrawal sucks.

He's a really good dancer,
really slutty and slightly innocent at the same time.
Everytime he moves something hard brushes against my leg,
could it be what I think it is?
Nah, couldn't be.