darkness, blood, and danger equals sexy | steffy boo
Eve loved the Casket Girl festival. She just loved everything about it. All the freedom in the world was awarded to her during that wonderful festival. She didn't have any guardians to watch over her and she could just be a five hundred and twenty year old girl, stuck in the twenty year old body, dancing on the bar. With a bottle of moonshine in her hand and her head in the clouds, Eve couldn't imagine having a better time. That is until her wolf like eyes honed in on a very sexy vampire having a very sexy meal. In the blink of an eye, Eve whooshed over to the small booth in the corner, put the bottle on the table and leaned in close. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to share, Mister Salvatore?" she cooed. The tips of her fingers trailed along his jawline onto the neck of the rather attractive tourist before she dived in and took a bite for herself.