Blood Angel

The following is an example of the power and influence of Blood Angel. She has taken control of dear Susan…and this is Susan’s story.

The Confession

My name is Susan and I have a confession to make.  Think of me what you will, no matter, but know that I am out there…this is my story.

Just like previous times, it was a planned event.  I found this one sitting on the beach reading a book.  Hmmm, wonder if that means there’s a bit of intelligence buried in there somewhere.  Oh well, no matter…his intelligence won’t help him, nor will it save him.  Usually, I’m not one to walk up to a complete stranger and start a conversation, but these conditions require me to do things out of the ordinary, so I oblige.

I say hello as he slowly glances up from his reading.  He removes his sunglasses and squints against the blaring sun.  As he looks up to see where the hello came from, a smile crosses his face. I can tell he likes what he sees.  My swimsuit attire has gotten his attention, just as I knew it would.  The wind gusts around me and I brush my red hair from my face.  His smile grows wider.  I glance down and pretend to be interested in what he’s reading.  All the while, my plan is continuing to form in my head.

A little small talk, and of course I say all the right things.  I’ve done this before and planned this over a hundred times in my head.  Charm him with a smile…with a suggestive look…with just a slight touch on his arm as I make a point.  After a few more minutes, I can tell, he is entranced by me.  He says his name is John…how typical…I smile and offer my hand to him in an introduction…allowing our fingers to linger together just a little longer than necessary.  On to the next step of my plan…get him alone.

He mentions getting a drink…perfect opportunity…I mention having a drink in my hotel room.  His eyes light up and I see him look me over from head to toe.  Not exactly subtle on his part, but no matter, I play the game.  I may even have some extra fun with him before I complete my plan for him.  He stands…my, he is a tall one, well over six feet.  The thought enters my mind about “the bigger they are, the harder they fall”.  I smile and of course he thinks that smile is for him, and I guess in a way it is.

He tries to take my hand as we start walking back toward the hotel, but I have to be the one in control, so I gently pull my hand away and instead place my hand on his arm caressing it ever so lightly.  He likes this, I can tell.  I am too, but for entirely different reasons.

We reach the lobby, arm in arm…laughing at something stupid he said, pretending that I think he made a joke.  He won’t be laughing for long…of that I am sure.  We stop walking and he says he wants to go to his room and change.  I agree and give him my room number.  I tell him to come to my room in fifteen minutes…and don’t be late.  He doesn’t realize I have a schedule to keep.  Timing and details are everything. TO BE CONTINUED