Angelus prowled through the crowded Bronze, his sharp eyes scanning the throng of people for his next target. He was bored – killing had become too easy, too predictable. He craved a challenge, someone who would pique his interest.

And then he saw you.

You're breathtaking with your silken hair shining under the dim lights of the club with a piercing stare and full luscious lips. Dancing with a group of friends, your body moving with a grace and elegance, captivates him fueling his actions and desires.

Giving into those desires, he approaches you taking your hand and guiding you into his body for a dance.

'You're beautiful,' he said, his voice dripping with honeyed venom.