The Kiss of Death
His breath caught in his throat. The woman at the bar next to him was beautiful. She curved her full lips into a smile.
“You want to go somewhere more… private?” she asked, her velvet voice filled with longing.
The moment they were outside, she pressed her lips to his. He felt his lust and desire, his life, slowly being sucked out of his body by the woman in his arms.
“What are you?” Joseph breathed. Darkness was coming for him.
“Damned,” she answered, her reddish eyes never leaving his.
He died seconds later, in her deadly embrace.