The sounds of Jazz filled her ears and it brought her back to the 20's when prohibition was in full swing. Remembering grand times of feeding and fucking, Eric seducing flappers into his bed so they could drink and fuck on their bodies.
She found a quaint little place in New Orleans of the south, finding the southerners to be tasty and wild. They'd been to Europe and France, New Orleans always ranking higher on the level of tasty blood. Eric bedded a woman and she grew restless hearing her moans of pleasure. Taking her leave from the room she headed down the Quarter and followed the sounds of the Jazz music, the sexy sounds of the saxophone seducing women into dancing, enticing men into sex.
When she entered the establishment all eyes turned to her and she grinned as she walked in with a sexy sway to her hips. The men in their suits and business garb with large cigars in their mouths eyed her like prey...little did they know they would be the hunted. A man playing the piano and singing looked strangely familiar and she tilted her head to the side. Finally recognizing him from 1905 San Francisco, she smirked and approached the bench he sat on. Lowering herself to his ear as she said in a husky voice, "Fancy meeting you here. Killing more whores are we?"
She found a quaint little place in New Orleans of the south, finding the southerners to be tasty and wild. They'd been to Europe and France, New Orleans always ranking higher on the level of tasty blood. Eric bedded a woman and she grew restless hearing her moans of pleasure. Taking her leave from the room she headed down the Quarter and followed the sounds of the Jazz music, the sexy sounds of the saxophone seducing women into dancing, enticing men into sex.
When she entered the establishment all eyes turned to her and she grinned as she walked in with a sexy sway to her hips. The men in their suits and business garb with large cigars in their mouths eyed her like prey...little did they know they would be the hunted. A man playing the piano and singing looked strangely familiar and she tilted her head to the side. Finally recognizing him from 1905 San Francisco, she smirked and approached the bench he sat on. Lowering herself to his ear as she said in a husky voice, "Fancy meeting you here. Killing more whores are we?"