Saying she smelt good was underrated. Isadora reeked of fresh daises blended with fresh roses. Elvis found it hard to restrain himself, whenever his lips unfolded to talk dirty words to distract himself his fangs grow in protest.
He could feel that his fangs were too heated. The woman before him had never been this desirable. She had never smelt this good and he wondered what her blood could taste like.
He stroked the thoughts off him but when his blazing eyes set on her blood, it took more than his self-control to stop it. He did not understand why he was feeling this way. He had starved himself for a whole year to fulfill a task given unto him, he did not understand how this woman from nowhere could just come to break his self-control easily.