Death does not Become Her
Curiosity drew Celine to this place. She looked up at the front of the hotel before entering. This wasn’t her normal sort of place to hang out. In reality she probably would never of come here on her own. But she had heard rumors. Whispers on the street that if you came here, there was a chance you would me a vampire.
Celine had met plenty of strange creatures in her life, but never an actual vampire. Most of the people she had met claiming to be vampires were just humans who had fake fangs or had actually filed their teeth into fangs. But for some reason they still drank blood. She was beginning to that that vampires were in fact just a myth.
Making her way inside, Celine looked around to get an idea of her surroundings. With a shrug she decided to head towards the bar. It seemed to be were everyone was gathering and seemed the most likely place to find this man. She made her way up to the bar and ordered and drink. Celine slowly sipped her drink as she kept scanning the crowd for anyone interesting.
She noticed the man as soon as he had entered. Tilting her head, Celine bit down on her lip as she watched him. There was definitely something about him. He had to be the one she had heard about. And everyone had been right, he certainly was the most attractive one here. Celine didn’t realize that she had been staring until he caught her gaze and smiled.
Her heart raced and skipped a beat as he sat next to her. Oh dear, this evening was about to be out of her control. A shill raced down her spine as he whispered.  “I have no idea who you are,” She whispered back and blushed slightly as he kissed her hand. “But I’m Celine.”
  Brows raised. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry for my assumption, Celine.” Softly he set her hand on the table, allowing his fingertips to linger on her skin a moment longer as he contemplated what to say next. “I’m Mohinder Suresh. It’s more than a pleasure to meet you.” Still trying to find the words to explain himself, he bought some time with signaling to the bartender to bring them refills.
  With a sigh, he gave a shy smile as he faced her again. She would find out sooner or later, so he began, “I um-- I own a little business here and I assumed one of my customers had recommended my services to you.” That sounded better in his head. “I specialize in a form of stress therapy. Basically, I put you into a pleasurable trance... First session is free, if you’re interested?” he finished in a casual tone before taking a sip of his drink.










