The dance floor was crowded but Elena managed to make her way through the sweaty mass of bodies relatively quickly. She could feel the predator inside her shivering with excitement, adrenalin already coursing through her veins. This couldn't be wrong. It felt so natural, like this was what she was born to do. And who was going to blame her for feeding off of a sleazebag like that? Well, there would probably be a few, but Elena wasn't going to broadcast the fact that she'd done this. What happened on vacation stayed on vacation.
Sidling up to the man and his conquest, Elena unceremoniously elbowed the girl out of the way so she could stand in front of the man. His attention had already notably shifted to her and he barely seemed to notice as his little girlfriend fixed her clothes and stumbled away across the dance floor, grumbling.
"Hey," Elena said with a seductive smile, resisting the painful tingling she felt in her gums as her fangs itched to slide down into place. "I saw you from over there and, well, I just had to come over." If Elena had heard that kind of line being used in a bar, it would have made her want to puke, but it seemed to work a charm on Sleazebag. His eyes, which had already taken to wandering all over Elena's body, had lit up and she could practically see the drool building up at the corners of his mouth.
"You're American," the man pointed out, sounding as dumb as he looked.
"Yeah," Elena replied, faking a little giggle. God, this was fun. Elena was never normally forward like this, but the fact that this was a pretence made it all so easy. She imagined that this must be what Katherine felt like when she was playing her games - she could see how it could become addictive.
"So, I've been hoping to meet a nice British guy. You think you could be that guy?" Sleazebag was nodding before Elena had even finished speaking, his clammy hands reaching out towards her. Elena laughed, a thrill running through her as she took the man's hands in hers and placed them at her waist. He was revolting, but she could imagine the taste of his blood on her lips and it was intoxicating.
"Come here then," Elena murmured softly, stepping close to her prey and leaning in slowly, her pupils dilating as her compulsion set in. "And whatever you do, don't make a sound." The man nodded eagerly and puckered his lips, going in for a wet and sloppy kiss, but Elena easily dodged his face, her mouth going to his neck instead. Her stomach was full of butterflies, excitement making her giddy, her canine teeth extending into razor sharp, kitten-like fangs as her mouth brushed the man's sweat-glazed skin.
Without a moment's hesitation, Elena bit down, feeling the man's hot, thick blood blossoming against her lips. It tasted like heaven. She had forgotten how good blood tasted when it was fresh from the vein and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she sucked down the first few mouthfuls.
The man was struggling against her, unable to break her compulsion and scream or even speak at all, but clearly feeling the painful sting of her fangs, buried deep in his flesh where his neck met his shoulder. Good. Elena was glad he could feel the pain. It served him right for being such a repulsive letch. She was easily strong enough to hold him still, her arms wrapped tight around him as though they were simply dancing together to the pounding music.
After a moment, Elena forced herself to pull away, quickly licking her lips in the hope that it wouldn't be too obvious that there was blood surrounding her mouth. Still holding the man close, Elena peered around, through the gloom and the strobe lighting, for the familiar figure of Damon. She wanted to share this experience with him. That was the whole point of doing this. She needed him to be close.
(OOC: See, this is clearly why I'm crap at tagging in a timely manner - so I can catch up on the good times later when our characters are having drama)