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Post by Michael Sawyer on Jul 3, 2008 10:11:03 GMT -5
Michael smiled as she took a piece of bread. He watched her red lips move as she took a bite. He could feel something inside himself stir. She really was so beautiful. He never dreamed he'd end up on a date with her, sitting this close, watching her eat. "Are you having a good evening so far?" he asked, reaching for his glass.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Jul 3, 2008 12:58:14 GMT -5
Desiree looked up and nodded a smile forming on her lips, "Yes of course" she muttered. Of course she was having a good time she was actually thrilled but she wouldn't say that. She smiled not being able not to, though she wondered why he would ask her out on a date, not many guys did. Desiree shook that thought off she wouldn't let that ruin her night tonight.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Jul 3, 2008 17:10:37 GMT -5
Michael smiled again as he glanced up. A waiter was carrying their food over. Michael licked his lips. He could already smell the rare steak, the metalic stench of blood filling his nostrils. He had to control himself. He hadn't hunted for days and the smells of blood and her beautifully perfumed skin were almost overpowering. He gently shut his eyes, clenching his hands under the table.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Jul 12, 2008 17:25:43 GMT -5
Desiree picked up the glass and took a sip then saw the waiter come over with the food. Desiree looked up at Michael and wondered why he closed his eyes "Michael you okay?" She whispered as the waiter put the plates down and left, she glanced around to see if anyone noticed but they didn't. Desiree began to get worried about him hoping it wasn't anything serious.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Aug 2, 2008 14:57:03 GMT -5
Michael nodded, keeping his eyes shut. He took a couple of deep breaths through his mouth, trying to calm himself before sipping the drink. He looked up at the waiter and smiled taking his plate. He needed to eat now if he wanted to keep his calm. He glanced at Desiree, hoping she didn't think he was a wierdo. "Sorry..." he said, nervously. "I... I... I'm diabetic, need to eat." It was a horrible thing to do, lie to her on a first date, but the truth was infinately worse.
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