You adjusted the sunglasses on your nose to better conceal your eyes. The sleek Ray-Bans were perfect for that. Even at night, they didn't hinder your vision; Nothing really did. Your eyesight was better than perfect, as was your other four senses. Being a vampire did have some advantages. Granted, the drinking blood part was a pretty big drawback.

You hadn't asked for this life, no one really did. Your maker, some jerk who left you starving and alone in the streets of New Orleans, said he was giving you a gift. It wasn't a gift, it was a curse. That was 150 years ago and you still hadn't found that bastard to kill him properly.

A lot of things you had to learn on your own. You mastered the art of the hunt, and even grew to enjoy the chase. It was easier back then, though. All you really had to do was show a little leg to those repressed men out for a few kicks and they flocked to you like lambs to the slaughter. Now, things were trickier.

However, your heightened senses helped you distinguish between prey. Like the one eyeing you up from the barstool. He was tall and well built. If you were any other person, you'd say he was intimidating. But you weren't a person…you were a vampire.

He was glancing at you now and again with big blue eyes under sandy blonde curls. He was definitely a handsome man, one you would have been keen on if this had been any other situation. You could smell his want for you, it was thick in the air like a perfume. He would be easy to take, but you were not going to make the first move. He would.

It was only a matter of time before he did just that, sauntering over to your table with two beers in his hands. "The bartender said this is what you ordered." He said and placed the dark liquid in front of you.

You hated modern beers, they were too weak. At least the Brits were still making generally palpable ales, though they would not get you drunk or buzzed in anyway; It was merely for appearances that you even drank the stuff.

He sat down across from you without being invited. In your day, this would have been extremely frowned upon. Nowadays, no one cared. "Why are you wearing sunglasses in a dark bar at 1:30 in the morning?" He asked as he took a sip on his drink.

"They make me look cool." You answered with a sly grin. "Is it working?"

He laughed and nodded before holding his hand out to you. "I'm Dean."

You eyed his open palm for a moment, suddenly aware of the blood flowing through the artery at the exposed wrist. If you touched him, there would be no turning back. But, that's what you wanted, that's what you were here for. You took his hand and shook it once, well aware of the pumping, delicious blood just below the skin.

"Y/n." You said simply and smiled sweetly at him. Based on the dilation of his pupils and the way his heart began to pump faster, you had hooked him.

"Hey listen, Dean," you began, leaning closer to him and smiling as you saw him catch a glimpse of your breasts. "You wanna get outta here?"

He gulped but smirked flirtatiously at you. "Really, darlin'?"

You nod and make sure to touch his leg. You could feel his nerves twitch below your fingertips. He downs the last of his drink and stands, offering you his hand. You take it and he pulls you to your feet, pressing your body against his. With the close proximity, you could smell the lust pouring off of him in waves. It was intoxicating and you were almost drunk off the aroma of him.

"Where to?" He asks, giving your hand a slight squeeze.

This was so easy it almost took the fun out of it…almost. You really didn't have to say anything and he would follow you like a puppy. Men.

You caught a glimpse of the bartender giving you a puzzled look as to lead Dean out of the bar. You supposed he had never seen a pick up escalate that fast. No matter.

Dean could barely keep his hands off of you as you lead him to the forgettable motel you had crashed in for just this purpose. The clerk was obviously used to couples (or complete strangers) meeting at his establishment and didn't even give you a second glance.

Once in the dingy little room, you made quick work of pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his lean figure, and kissing him.

"You're pretty eager, huh?" He asked breathlessly as you trailed hungry kisses down his jaw and to his neck where you lingered. His heart was beating so fast now, the sound of it driving you wild. You could have taken him right there, but you liked to play with your food. You'd discovered that sex made the blood warmer, sweeter.

"I'm hungry for you, Dean." You whispered in his ear and you felt him flush. You knew the blood had already traveled south and he was ready for you.

Making quick work of removing his pants and freeing him, you began trailing kisses up his chest as he moaned. You pulled off your dress and allowed him to take a good look at your body.

"You're beautiful." He breathed, which took you off guard. None of the others had said that to you. They would simply cut to the chase. But Dean? Was he admiring you?

Your hesitation gave him the opportunity to take the advantage. He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back so he was on top. He captured your mouth in a kiss as his hand snaked its way down your body. You felt him slip his palm into your panties and begin to move his fingers around your sensitive spot, forcing a moan from your own lips. It felt so good to have someone pay attention to your needs.

He slipped aside the gusset and positioned himself at your entrance.

"You ready?" He asked and you answered by bucking your hips forward. He grinned down at you as he slipped himself inside. He felt so good as he began to move, slowly at first until he got into a better rhythm. This may be a more pleasurable experience then you had anticipated. You could already feel your body begin to react in ways you hadn't felt in a long time.

Perhaps you had been lacking something in your long life. Perhaps Dean could give it to you. You barely knew him, but there was something about this man that was different. Maybe, you could attempt to make a companion again. The last few were unsuccessful and you had to put them out of their misery.

You began to feel the pressure begin to build as he thrust in and out of you. He was close himself, you could actually hear his body reacting to you. "Don't stop." You breathed into his ear, hoping he could hold on just a little longer. He was so eager to please you that be slowed his movements to stave off his own orgasm.

He held on. You were almost there. Within one or two more thrusts, you came hard and racked your nails down his back which was enough for him to follow and you both rode out your orgasms together.

He collapsed onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily and a bit dazed. Then he smiled at you and you knew then he would be your next companion.

"Maybe next time we can go to a movie or something." He laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair, filling your mistrals with his scent.

Quicker than he could react, you were on top of him, pinning his hands to the bed and holding him immobile with all your vampire strength. "What are you doing?" He asked, a glimmer of concern dancing in his blue eyes as he realized he was unable to move you.

"I'm giving you a choice." You say and bare your fangs to him before biting down on his jugular. He couldn't even scream as you began feeding on his precious blood. He struggled wildly at first, they all did, but as you sucked his life away from him he slowed. His heart began to beat slower, his hands went limp, and his breath began to come slower and slower.

Before his life ended, you pulled away. They all looked so beautiful in this state, as if they were simply drifting off to sleep.

"Dean…" You whisper into his ear and his eyes slowly slid to yours. Once you were sure he was paying attention, you grinned at him. "I've drained you to the point of death. If I leave you like this, you will die within a few minutes. Or, you can be like me, a vampire. Immortal. Never growing old, never dying, strong and young forever. I was not given a choice, but I am offering one to you."

He began to nod slowly as a single tear fell from his eyes. You smirked down at him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good choice."

Using your already bared fangs, you tore at the flesh of your own arm and blood began to flow from the wound. You placed it to his lips before it had time to heal and , though he struggled at first, he began to drink.

That was the last night of his life and the first of his immortality.