****WARNING - ADULT NATURE****
The story, while not X-rated, does have adult sexual tones. The picture, however, is completely fine. You have been warned!
Women tended to bore Christian, they fell much to easily to his charms. He much preferred a challenge. So when a woman did challenge him and wasn't so easily succumbed to his vampiric charms, she became his prey for the evening and he did enjoy the game of cat and mouse very much.
He would appear disinterested in them and ignore them for the most part, but a graze here, a ghost of a touch there and talking animatedly to a woman his prey couldn't stand, until his prey came to him. And then the real fun began. Oh sure, he could just take what he wanted, but after living for centuries, he needed a bit of spice with his dinner.
He would lure them back to his place, a lonely home on the outskirts of Bridgeport. Across the bridge and down the hill, just along the river that ran through. The perfect place to dump his dinner when he was done.
He would make promises of showing them the time of their lives. He would be gentle, and passionate throughout the night. All the while being stand-offish and deflecting questions away from himself.
Christian would light the fireplace and set them before it, the warmth making his lady of the night feel lethargic. He strips the women down to their undergarments and gets comfortable on the floor with them, gazing over them as he prepares to show them the night of their lives. Christian, with gentle passion makes them pliable in his arms and the women, sated, can only moan as Christian is in the midst of his own throes of passion. As Christian reaches the height of his climax he bites down on her neck, hard and with such fierceness, he sucks them dry.
When he is sated, he pulls himself out and takes a shower, cleaning away the women from him. He goes back, showered and changed and with disinterest cleans the women and seals their neck wound. He dresses them and chucks them in to the river, allowing the current to wash away his victim. He looks on with the same disinterest and looks forward to the following night when he can claim his next victim.
My Name is LE or LE Style. I have a tendency to go off on tangents from time to time. Such is the MADNESS of my Mind.