As a vampire, I was Death on steroids. I was Nosferatu, the Undead. Not exactly Dracula, but as close as this world would come to it. And I would let ...the fucking bodies hit the floor.“I want the Colt, Crowley. So, cut the crap and give it to me, or else...,” I dangled the threat.“And what’s the carrot? I gather that your ‘stick’ is to drain every person alive and rob both Heaven and Hell of all new livestock. Or everyone that you can. And I don’t doubt that you could leave a helluva body count,. I ended up dating her for a few months. By dating, I mean fucking regularly. She wasn't anything special and looking back on it she was pretty crazy and if I'd known then what I know now, I probably not have messaged her, but I did, and that's another story.Anyway, Hannah wasn't super attractive - probably a four, and quite overweight, but I was going through a bit of a dry spell at the time and we did have a few good times together for a few months before it all went super crazy and I swore. Unable to control my horny feeling, I slowly put one of my legs behind her back (I was still standing) and touched her. She showed no reaction.I slowly started rubbing my leg against her back, lighting a warm tension between me and her. I was rubbing and pressing it against her back when she shifted a bit forward, giving me space to sit right behind her on the side of the bed. I was horny as fuck. I sat behind her, without hesitation. God, she smelled so lovely. Of strawberries.So as I sat. And don't try to tell me that she hasn't tried to seduce you... because I won't believe it."Jamey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his lips. He said: "All right, I won't try to tell you anything, Baby. You just tell me."His making light of it angered her, and she hadn't wanted that at all. She picked up her drink and took down half of the sweet- tasting contents.Damn him, he was treating me like a child. Well... it was time she showed him that she was any thing but that. She said:.