[attr="class","CONTENT2"]Noah's gaze was fixed on a beautiful brunette at a club. She was short, slender, fragile. So fragile he could have squeezed the life out of her with one swift motion. He watched her dance, ignore the guys trying to hit on her, and laugh - a laugh so lively and soft. It would be a shame.

His eyes met hers. A hunter staring at his prey. Her eyes were big, a color so bright and clear - almost hypnotizing - and he felt like drowning in them. Noah held her stare for a good minute before giving her his signature smirk. A subtle but yet powerful motion if done right. He moved from his seat at the bar to the girl, looking her up and down as he passed through the crowd of dancers. Her white dress was tight around the upper body but loose at the waist and down. It fit her perfectly, too bad Noah was about to ruin it.

He didn't have the patience to chitchat. He was thirsty and the need to feed was too overwhelming the closer and got to her. Able to smell her blood from the other side of the dancefloor he tried to stop himself from drooling. The scent was sickeningly sweet but also pure, untouched. He whispered something into her ear, seizing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him. Noah smiled as he talked, his lips so close to her ear, wandering down her neck. She didn't resist, couldn't resist. And with that, he sunk his teeth into her skin. A gasp escaped her lips and she clung to him, digging her nails into his leather jacket.

The blood was so rich, warm, sweet. His favorite. There was something about fresh blood which the conserves from the blood bank could never give them - the satisfaction of a proper meal. He would probably get into trouble if he wasn't being careful... and Noah was known for not caring about being careful at all. He couldn't stop himself either, and before he realized it the girl went limp in his arms. Oops. He dropped her lifeless body, looking at it for a moment. What a shame.

A booted foot lightly nudged her, before he silently disappeared into the crowd and out of the club. His heightened senses made it able to hear someone scream from somewhere inside but he just shrugged it off. He was full and he was happy. And he really couldn't be bothered to deal with the aftermath. It's a club. People go psycho in there from time to time.

Returning back to the Hotel Dumort - well-fed and feeling strong - the young, and immature, vampire walked through the entrance hall of the ruins of the hotel. Geeze, it really needed some work. He grabbed some napkins off the counter and licked his lips to savor the flavor one last time, before wiping the blood off of his mouth. "That's how I can live." he exhaled, plopping down on one of the velvet couches, feet up on the armrest.

[attr="class","TAG2"]TAG: @lailah ; hope this works for you. noah's ready for a scolding .. or worse. lmao