Hunter

The neon glow of the city spilled into the smoky interior of 'The Den,' a popular haunt for the nocturnal. Reese, under the guise of 'Vanessa,' sat perched on a bar stool, her eyes fixed on Marcus Chauncey, the handsome vampire across the room.
"Is that him?" Opal whispered, leaning close, her voice a low murmur. "He's cute."
Reese stifled a grin, batting her eyelashes in a practiced display of feigned innocence. "Isn't he dreamy?" she murmured back, ensuring her voice carried just enough for the ancient predator to hear. The air hummed with a predatory tension, a silent dance of hunter and hunted.
Opal nudged her. "You should definitely go talk to him! He won't stop staring at you!"
Reese sighed dramatically, playing the part of the insecure girl. "But what if I'm rejected? I don't think I look..." She let her words trail off, knowing the act was almost complete. The vampire's smirk deepened, his gaze fixed on her. The game was on.