The city was lit magically by lights and shadowed darker from the tall buildings that would be left lonely until the next early morning. Alley cats jumped on the rims of trash cans, smelling for left over food to fight with the cart-pushing livers. Crowds met crowds at the restaurants or cafes on the side walks; Loud groups of friends or a party of co-workers drinking or hooking up. Motorcycles bombed by, cars rolled through stop signs of the fault of a drunk. The town was as atmospheric as in the movie Underworld.

It was a quiet cafe, dimly lit, few people. Low music played in the background. The tv at the wall in the corner reported yet another murder in the area. Smoke puddled the ceiling from the other few customers.

He had dark features, almost sharp and dangerous words could describe him. He fit in this eriee atmosphere. His cheeks and chin were scruffed and his hair was styled with combed through fingers. He wore a dark black leather jacket, black underneath, and faded jeans. He was leaned back casually in his chair as his thumb scratched at the coffee mug handle. His eyes were dark as well, lazy, and altogether dewy. The eyes contrasted with his dangerous appeal. His dark eyes were focused on a magazine of some kind, she couldn't tell, that was spread out on the small table.

She took a sip of her black coffee and watched him over the rim of the cup, suddenly having the trouble of swallowing when his eyes sharpened on hers. The direct stare brought heat skimming along her skin and her eyes to narrow.

He tilted his head, challenging the length of the stare as she set her drink down. She had a similar appeal to his; dark makeup, dark hair slick down to frame her face, black jacket over cropped white tshirt and tight dickies.

When the stare continued and there was no flicker or backing down in her eyes, he worked his charming side-grin to his lips and winked. Curiousity snaked through him when her eyes lazily stayed on his as she grabbed a pen from her purse and dragged her napkin across the table to stop infront of her. She didn't even glance down as she wrote. He watched her stand, grab her purse and coffee and walk towards him. She crumpled the napkin as she walked and dropped it in his lap on her way by, and out the door.

He chuckled and shook his head as he opened the napkin and glanced at it with a frown.

'Amber, out, left, two blocks'

He turned in his seat to look out the open door but only saw random people walking by and lines of other waiting to get into clubs. He stood up, stuffed the napkin in his back pocket and grabbed his cell from the table, slipped it in his jacket pocket as he walked out into the cool, active night.

He looked left, then right. Didn't see her.

'Out, left, two blocks.'

He scratched his chin as he contemplated her directions. There was nothing but dark buldings to the left and two blocks down. You'd think she'd head to the club in the opposite direction. And with that body in that outfit, he'd be sure to follow.

He shrugged and started left. What guywouldn't follow sex into the dark?

The noises of music and people quieted more and more as he blended himself into the dark streets. One block. He glanced around. Two blocks. He stopped at three and frowned as he turned to walk in the opposite direction, maybe he'd hit up a club, try to get the lust of her eyes out of his mind.

Before he could take another step towards more light, he felt his jacket snagged from the side and his feet losing their direction and stumbling to the side behind a building. He grunted when he bumped against curves and teeth nipped at his bottom lip, tugged, then felt moist velvet soothe over the bite. She leaned back, casting a glance from under her lashes before running her hands up over his chest, his muscles rippling under the tight shirt against her palms.

His hands rested firmly on her hips, dug his fingertips in when she tilted her head and nipped at the side of his neck. Vampire, he thought when her lips closed over the lobe of his ear and played her tongue over it.

"So, what's my name?" Her voice cooed in his ear.

His mind stumbled through a thick memory. How was he supposed to remember anything with her hands...he grunted against the thought and chuckled. "You expect me to remember anything right now, sugar?"

"Is that what you think I am," She asked, her hand snaking upp his arm, past his neck to slide her fingers through thick, soft hair. "Sweet?" She urged his head towards hers. Teeth closed over his jaw.

No, he decided. Hot. Spicey. She slid her cheek against his til her lips barely touched his. The look under her lashes and the way she pressed against him made his blood pump faster and his hands to move up under her jacket to place them firmly against silk skin. Her eyes flashed to his, brown with hot gold flecks sparkling with emotionla heat. Hot embers. He shook his head, his side grin appearing again as his mind pierced through the toxic haze of her spell.

"You've got this heat that sparkles in the gold flecks of your eyes." He paused. "Hot embers you have there Amber."

A sleek grin pressed against his lips, then coaxed them open to flick tongues before she pulled away, her fingers pulling the napkin from his back pocket. Her eyes smiled intently on his as she slowly backed away into the shadows of black walls. He stared back, a frown fixing his forehead.

What the hell?

He kissed her. Then smiled and draped an arm over her shoulders as they walked down the sunny sidewalk towards Albertson's. He heard her say something and giggle. His mind had wandered off into blakc walls of down town and he guitily chuckled, intending to ask what she had said. But his eyes had lazily glanced up and were immediately held with hot embers.

Her eyes were open, that look under her lashes while, ne noted with a frown, her open mouth was busy on someone else's. The couple eased apart and he saw her look back at the man pressing her against the outside wall of the store. A small smile on her lips as she ran her fingers along the sides of the man's neck and down to relax her hands at the waist of his pants.

He approached near them, his companion all of the sudden quiet. He looked down at his girlfriend and up to the direction of her nonchalant emotional gaze. He could see Amber's gold flecks fire when the man pressing against her turned his head towards him. But with little effort, he knew her man and his girl were clashing gazes. They continued walking.

Both couples ignored each other until they passed.

He turned his head after a few yards and saw the man was already feeing his mouth on Amber's neck, but her eyesbrows raised then narrowed towards his girlfriend.

His confusion of strange gazes roared in his head. He pushed finger tips against his templ, blocking out the words his the girl beside him was speaking. It dawned on him and his head whipped around to meet hot eyes with his own. She nodded at his expression of realization.

They were all hypocrits.

He saw her pat the pocket of the guy she was with and gestered her eyes and an up-nod of her head towards his own pants.

He nonchalantly moved his hand to his back pocket and looked down at the scribbled writing on a napkin.

'Just thought I'd get a taste of what my man's girl likes. Same place?'

He stuffed the napkin back in his pocket. He'd visit black walls later.