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The vampire looked down at New York City's Saturday night traffic from above as he stood on the balcony of his hotel room, the chilly winter air blows in his face as he licks his lips savoring the memory of the blood he tasted the night before.  He remembers every detail of his conquest from the sweet smell of her perfume to the feel of her soft lips which were nearly caked in strawberry lip gloss. The beast in him goes back to the moment he squeezed her fragile body just before her eyes shut forever, her innocence was drained and passed into his own body. The sides of his mouth pick up to form a devilish grin revealing two very sha