Peter Zander

Peter left his skin behind when the door smashed open. Half-expecting to see a pile of wooden shards, his brain couldn't quite register the still intact door and the person who stood beyond. Fire appeared to drench her hair, contrasting her sapphire eyes. Peter took immediate notice of her canines in her smile, and thought that human teeth weren't allowed to seem that sharp. He suddenly understood what a gazelle must feel like after spotting a ravenous hyena.

Chloe sauntered his way. Peter wondered if she was the kind of girl who sauntered, as she seemed much more timid upon their first introduction. He certainly didn't remember the blouse she wore to be so revealing, nor her skirt being so high.

"Chloe?" he croaked. "That's... that's you, right?"

"Seen any other redheads around her lately?" She fluffed her hair in a way so stereotypically pornographic that, if Peter hadn't been so stunned, he'd emit snorts of laughter.

"No, you're it?" he said, failing to diffuse the situation.

She giggled menacingly. The Serengeti flashed in her eyes. "Peter, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Look, I'm bored right now, there's not much to do." She cocked her head with mock innocence, which would be a bizarre irony to Peter if he knew her sexual history. Fiddling with a button on his shirt, she continued, "Maybe you and I could... find some fun?"

Boy, she's never done this before, Peter commented, but he remained cautious. She may yet devour him if given half of a chance. No, this had to end amicably.

"Hey, Chloe, I'm flattered, but..." The sentence would've ended with something like "thanks but no thanks, I've got my own priorities," but Peter suddenly watched it climb on-board a train of thought that never returned. A god-awful stench then blocked out anything else. "The hell!?"

"Hmm?" Chloe grinned, playfully biting her lower lip and running her palms across his chest.

"Er, uh," Peter coughed. She did have substantial breasts, ripe melons dusted with freckles, ready to be handled-- wait, hold on, where did that come from? Peter chastised himself, forcing Hannah into his mind. Beautiful, sweet Hannah, the direction of his absolute devotion Hannah, the woman that always made his heart flutter, and who... who...

Who... just saw him as an old crush.

Bleakly, Peter recalled the moment of their breakup, where Hannah, in her glorious honesty, stated that her love for him had changed, and that she had been hurting him more by maintaining their relationship despite her feelings. Outwardly, he presented understanding and thoughtfulness, but inwardly, his world ended. She may have felt a mere infatuation, but he knew he had something more. Much more. However, it would be more cruel to satisfy his selfishness by pleading with her, so he let her go to sow her wild oats.

An odd resentment reared up, subsuming more rational locales of his cerebrum. He did have feelings after all, and he did deserve some happiness in his life. and if Hannah wasn't that, then who? Then, he sensed clarity, and Chloe again filled his vision, most of which filled by a gleaming, hungry smile.

"Peter?" she growled. "Won't you have fun with me?"

Chloe, again mimicking many a pornstar, raked a leg up the length of his own, but she hadn't anticipated Peter lashing out a firm grip on her thigh, stopping it cold. Pulling her by said extremity, he braced her torso with his other arm and crashed his lips onto hers.

When Chloe felt fresh air in her mouth again, she stared into the wanting gaze of her new lover. "That answer your question?" he gasped.

Those canines bared themselves again, and soon, with a slam of his back into the wall, he was the one that was being pinned by a voracious need in physical form.