In a room full of chattering parakeets the quiet darkness hung about him like a blessing and Gabby wanted to just breathe him in.
As though her need called him, he crossed the room to her side and bent over her hand. She felt the light scrape of his tongue as he tasted her skin.
“Will you dance.”
She nodded, and he swung her onto the dancefloor where the vapid girls and their chinless partners made way for them.
They waltzed until she was giddy.
Until he bent his head and took his first sip of her red, red blood