Jean Claude got up from the bed, gathered his clothes, then took a shower and got dressed. Leaving the girl's appartment before she woke up. she would awaken to find the demon she'd slept with gone. Not even leaving a note. He'd gotten what he wanted.
He strutted down the street humming an eerie tune and his tail swaying side to side. It wasn't that late so he decided to hit one of his regular haunts. The Demon Eye; a popular place for many of the cities shadier residents. As he stepped in the door people closest to it stopped and stared at him for a second then quickly turned away.
As he made his way to the bar with a smirk on his face his purple eyes caught sight of his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Handsome features, shoulder length black hair so dark that even in broad daylight it was hard to tell apart the individual strands, strong build. his looks got him alot of attention, he knew that. and it was just his looks either. it was his breed; Incubus.
At the bar he ordered the usual and drank it slowly, allowing the liquid to glide down his throat. Setting the empty glass down he turned around and faced the crowd, his eyes scanning for his next meal. He wasn't completely satisfied, and normally that was a bad thing.
He strutted down the street humming an eerie tune and his tail swaying side to side. It wasn't that late so he decided to hit one of his regular haunts. The Demon Eye; a popular place for many of the cities shadier residents. As he stepped in the door people closest to it stopped and stared at him for a second then quickly turned away.
As he made his way to the bar with a smirk on his face his purple eyes caught sight of his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Handsome features, shoulder length black hair so dark that even in broad daylight it was hard to tell apart the individual strands, strong build. his looks got him alot of attention, he knew that. and it was just his looks either. it was his breed; Incubus.
At the bar he ordered the usual and drank it slowly, allowing the liquid to glide down his throat. Setting the empty glass down he turned around and faced the crowd, his eyes scanning for his next meal. He wasn't completely satisfied, and normally that was a bad thing.
To be continued
