Loving a Vampire(3)

No woman, in the past, had lived long enough to entertain him. The few humans he’d taken as lovers had bored him within days of turning. Augustus couldn’t remember another time he’d been so deeply attracted to a woman. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d been so obsessed that he spent countless hours of his night sitting in a shitty café, drinking even worse coffee. The woman he couldn’t stop thinking about worked in the café where he now sat. Shaking his head, Augustus wondered why he was wasting his time. Still he sat and stared across the café as he watched his current prey, Marianna Lawrence. She was pretty, in her early twenties with the prettiest red hair he’d ever seen. He liked the way she smelled—like rich, dark chocolate. She never spoke to him other than to take his order. He’d noticed during all his visits she never spoke to anyone. There was no deep or meaningful conversation. Marianna worked her butt off to earn her wage and then went home. Her days were filled with the same mindless routine that humans seemed determined to live.

There was nothing exciting or exhilarating about her life. Marianna was wasting away on the stupidity of a human existence.

She walked by his table to place the cup of coffee he’d ordered in front of him. Her flesh was pale from lack of sunshine. Did this woman even go out in the sun?

“Anything else?” she asked.

“No.”

Nodding her pretty head, she turned away to go to another customer. For the past fifty years he’d been alone with no one to keep him company until he found Gregory. Unfortunately, Gregory had a cock and not a cunt. No human had intrigued him like Marianna did. There was something about her pale skin and red hair that pulled him in. The stirring in his loin startled him. He loved sex and to fuck whatever he liked, but he’d never felt such a stirring before. The stirring made him feel something more, something deeper. Customers filed out of the café without looking at him. None of them were aware of the danger that surrounded them. He could kill without anyone seeing him. The speed with which he moved couldn’t be seen with the human eye.

Being over three hundred years old gave him powers no human could ever comprehend. Augustus held so much power within his grasp, and yet he was sat in a café in the middle of a shitty area watching a red-headed waitress. Why? There was nothing amazing about her. She was on the plump side with large tits and thick hips. Her flesh would be easy to pierce, and she’d taste good. The plump women always did taste good.

Her weight aside he couldn’t find anything to grip him.

Why was he here?

Shaking his head, he lifted the cup to his lips. The coffee tasted bitter. He liked to have his human drip several droplets of blood from the wrist into his drink. If he was so inclined he could get Marianna to do it through his mind control. For some reason he didn’t want to control her that way.

Women, human women especially, were made to be controlled by men. He was born in an era when women were nothing but property. Growing up in England had cemented him in a lot of ways. As the saying went, you can take the man out of the century, but you can’t take the century out of the man. Augustus felt the same about his women. They did as they were told, and at least they used to dress in a lot more clothing when he was younger.

“I’m sorry to rush you along,” Marianna said, pulling a cloth from her apron. “But the boss is ready to close.”

Augustus smiled. “Tell him I’ll finish my coffee and then leave.”

Marianna nibbled her bottom lip as she left. He heard the boss yelling at her seconds before the rude man approached his table. The boss glared down at him. Marianna stood several feet behind her boss.

“I need for you to leave. I’m ready to close for the night.”

“I’ll go when I’m ready,” he said.

“Look, buddy.” The boss made to touch him. Augustus made eye contact with the only other man in the room.

“I said I’ll finish my coffee before leaving.”

The boss stared at him before repeating the words to Marianna and leaving them alone. She smiled at him then started wiping down the tables.

“I’m sorry about that. He can be a little hard to deal with at times.”

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to control men of his tastes.” The boss had a crush on Marianna. She didn’t know it, but Augustus sensed it from the moment he first saw the man. His senses were accurate with all the time he’d spent perfecting them. He spotted liars, cheaters and knew nearly everything a human was thinking. His skills made him the perfect predator.

He was getting thirsty.

“Well, I know Donald can be a problem. He means well.”