Slade

He was cute. A goth kid. 22 years old. He was very built. A poser who wanted to stay close to the darkness. If only if he knew what went on in the night. He probably would be scared.

He stood 6.2 tall with sleek black hair and a long leather Jacket. Rose spotted a knife under his jacket. It was a tattoo that showed that he did a bit of jail time.

"Can't help but notice you."

"Oh Really now."

"Name Slade baby."

She wonder how his blood would taste.

"Slade...you get that off a Cartoon?"

"No. that actually my name. Parents were bikers lived a wild life"

"I am sure" She said in a detached manner.

"Tell you what baby... lets cut the shit. You want me I want you. How about we go to my place so I can fuck a smile on that sour puss face of yours" Slade said

He smiled. He had pure white teeth and deep blue eyes.