The Day Walker ((( Close for Hidden_Jewel )))
Name - Dorian
Age - 109
Hair- color black
Skin - color dark ivory
Height 6.4
Weight 200 lbs.
Body athletic with solid muscles
I was born of a female vampire and a human black man. I never knew my father well, but my mother made sure I knew all about her. She was already 400 years old when she had me, and over the years she discovered I inherited all of her strength, and from my father the ability to walk in the daylight. My mother began to train me how to use my power since I began to walk, and over the years I became the day walker amongst the vampires.
My skin is the color of dark ivory and I was feared by both vampires and human. Little did they know that I also inherited my father belief thou shall not kill, as he was a Preacher before my mother bedded him. I worked as a hunter for hire not because I need the money, but because I wanted to help those that couldn’t help themselves. I had enough work to keep me going day and night, and of course night time was when they would need me the most.
I was hired mostly as a body guard by rich people to protect them from whoever had an axe to grind against them, and to me didn’t matter if they were old, young, man or woman. I was seating haven a drink at the bar frequented by vampire when I her scent hit my nostrils. She walked like she was a goddess. Her hair was as black as night and her lips plump and pink. Her head never move but her black eyes covered the whole room with just one look. She reminded me of the black widow and she was a vampire.
Her black eyes rested on me for a split second before she walked straight to where I sat at the bar. Although I was aware she had her eyes me, the only parts of her I was looking at, where her undulating hips dancing a love dance while she walked. I guessed her breasts to be maybe 38 b cup and had to be very firm as they didn’t jingle as she walked towards me.
The black dress was molded to her body like a second skin and from what I could see as she got closer, was that she didn’t wear a thing underneath that black dress, and her nipples were trying very hard to poke a hole through the material. I took a sip of my drink to hide the smiled on my lips and wondered if she wanted to hire me, bite or have her way with me. I wasn’t particularly choosy, but I like the later much better.
Another thing I saw in her porcelain face when she stopped in front me, it was the mystery that surrounded that beautiful face. Regardless of the mystery I saw on her face, I was attracted to her both mentally and physically, but don’t ask me why, I just was and would love to get her in bed.
Little did Dorian know that the vampire he got hot over was no other than his own sister, and the question now was now long would she keep this secret from him.
Name - Dorian
Age - 109
Hair- color black
Skin - color dark ivory
Height 6.4
Weight 200 lbs.
Body athletic with solid muscles
I was born of a female vampire and a human black man. I never knew my father well, but my mother made sure I knew all about her. She was already 400 years old when she had me, and over the years she discovered I inherited all of her strength, and from my father the ability to walk in the daylight. My mother began to train me how to use my power since I began to walk, and over the years I became the day walker amongst the vampires.
My skin is the color of dark ivory and I was feared by both vampires and human. Little did they know that I also inherited my father belief thou shall not kill, as he was a Preacher before my mother bedded him. I worked as a hunter for hire not because I need the money, but because I wanted to help those that couldn’t help themselves. I had enough work to keep me going day and night, and of course night time was when they would need me the most.
I was hired mostly as a body guard by rich people to protect them from whoever had an axe to grind against them, and to me didn’t matter if they were old, young, man or woman. I was seating haven a drink at the bar frequented by vampire when I her scent hit my nostrils. She walked like she was a goddess. Her hair was as black as night and her lips plump and pink. Her head never move but her black eyes covered the whole room with just one look. She reminded me of the black widow and she was a vampire.
Her black eyes rested on me for a split second before she walked straight to where I sat at the bar. Although I was aware she had her eyes me, the only parts of her I was looking at, where her undulating hips dancing a love dance while she walked. I guessed her breasts to be maybe 38 b cup and had to be very firm as they didn’t jingle as she walked towards me.
The black dress was molded to her body like a second skin and from what I could see as she got closer, was that she didn’t wear a thing underneath that black dress, and her nipples were trying very hard to poke a hole through the material. I took a sip of my drink to hide the smiled on my lips and wondered if she wanted to hire me, bite or have her way with me. I wasn’t particularly choosy, but I like the later much better.
Another thing I saw in her porcelain face when she stopped in front me, it was the mystery that surrounded that beautiful face. Regardless of the mystery I saw on her face, I was attracted to her both mentally and physically, but don’t ask me why, I just was and would love to get her in bed.
Little did Dorian know that the vampire he got hot over was no other than his own sister, and the question now was now long would she keep this secret from him.
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