Low Tide

( One-time enemy meets a new one: )

"Sasha." The vampire reached for a lock of silky hair, rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. The twenty-four-year old's hair was like a red sunset. It was dyed. He knew that bit without a doubt, didn't he?

He met her in New York, or rather, saw her there and began to follow her. A few days, nothing overt, enough to overhear of an impending vacation to Key West and a stay at the Westin. A signature on a restaurant check told him her name. They took separate flights. He found her in a bar on Duval Street. After a flirtatious introduction and drinks, they walked back to her hotel room, where he sat her on the bathroom sink (thankfully she didn't turn around and check her make-up in the mirror). A slap-happy mess of intoxication and dehydration from the sun, she bunched her skirt around her waist and wiggled out of her panties. They dangled from her toes, which a nail technician had decorated with palm trees.

She smelled like coconut.

( Mysterious Visitor )

( An Entity With Many Names )

( The Corruptress' arrival: )