GRAY, DEVON

[DEVON GRAY]

HELLO MY NAME IS DEVON ELIZABETH GRAY AND I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I WAS BORN ON SEPTEMBER TWENTY-SECOND NINETEEN NINETY TWO IN LONDON, ENGLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS ENGLISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE EMMY ROSSUM. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM FLIRTATIOUS, SMART, ARROGANT. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY NICOLE.

CODEWORD: ivory and ebony?

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

Stephanie had enjoyed a rather full evening since she had awoken promptly at five o'clock, just as she sun was setting. She had treated herself to a wonderful bath before she went out on her nightly hunt to quench the animal inside of her. She loved playing this constant game of cat and mouse, but it was not the traditional cat and mouse most thought of where one was clearly in control. Stephanie had grown tired of repetition, and had changed the rules to break up the monotony. You see, in her game, the key was to look like the mouse when you were actually the cat.

And who could expect her to be the predator instead of the prey. She looked all of eighteen years old. She was tiny, five foot two on a good day and weighed one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. She was French, only adding to her innocence, all aspects that drew her evening's prey in. This particular human she had stalked for weeks, found out his normal schedule and what he did in his spare time. No one would miss a child molester after all. Her child like looks had drawn him ultimately to his death. After all, he had never questioned her when she told him she was sixteen and an exchange student, looking for somewhere to stay the night. He would be a true pleasure to drain.

She had walked quietly at his side down the streets towards his house, acting like the foreigner she was pretending to be. She would occasionally ask him the meaning of words, pointing to signs and asking him to read them. He endulged her, seemingly delighted, until they passed a dark, empty alley. She knew exactly what he was going to do before he did it, so when a firm hand clamped around her upper arm and pulled her into the darkness, she was not as surprised as she acted. She was pressed to the wall, his form towering over her. She looked up at him from under dark, thick lashes, putting on an air of innocence and naitivity.

One of his hands came forward and trailed up the expanse of her thigh, encased in black stockings. She shivered, and that much was real; her legs had always been very sensitive. The minute he leaned in towards her to claim her in a kiss, she turned the tables. She grabbed the front of his jacket with one hand and the base of his neck with the other, she swapped their positions, slamming him back into the wall and pressing on the pressure point in his shoulder to bring him down to her level. Her fangs elongated and her eyes darkened, her body leaning in towards him. Her hand that had been on the front of his neck came up to cover his mouth and muffle his screams as her fangs dipped into the skin of her neck. His life force bubbled forth and down her throat, warming her.

For a moment, she was sure her heart started beating in her chest, her blood pounding her veins, feeling her prey squirm beneath her. It excited her to feel that much power, that much control over this man who would easily over power her had she been human. She felt his heart stop beating and she ripped away from him, her tongue darting out to lick the red off of her already red lipstick. It was delicious. Sinners always tasted the best.

Lost in the absolute euphoria of feeding, she had not noticed another presence enter the alley. She froze, her body immediately tensing and looking more like a cat than she had before. It was intoxicating, the smell of cinnamon and brandy and a tiny taste of what could only be described as years of existence. She battled her instincts to look up and immediately seek out whomever smelled so damn good, but she kept herself in check. No need to run up to a random stranger and immediately begin sniffing him. She forced herself to relax and look back down to the body sprawled in the alley, licking her lips. The only proof of the monster she was.

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