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too much I would pull away and leave him.  I would not feed on him.  No, I would not.
    That night I didn’t see anyone who appealed.  There were some young guys who sat around a camp fire drinking beer, but they were acting like idiots.  In another area there were some families with young children sleeping in tents while parents talked in hushed voices by their camp fires.  I’d leave them alone. 
    Then there were some older campers, or campervaners, I should say.  I spent the days and nights in those woods, sleeping by day, hunting and watching by night.  Until one night when an appealing man finally stayed.  I didn’t catch him putting up his tent, as that was done in sensible daytime hours, but by the time I’d woken up and gone hunting for my breakfast, he was there, sitting by a fire, five metres from his tent, which was pitched slightly uphill from the narrow stream.  His tent was a two man dome tent which looked like it had seen some wear, like he was a regular outdoors man.
    He was smoking a joint, I could smell the scent from my hiding space.  The fire light illuminated his face.  I smiled.  Definitely attractive, in a very different way from Luca, but that was a good thing as I didn’t want to be constantly reminded of what I couldn’t have.  He was older than me, maybe twenty-two, old enough to have stubble a couple of mm long, the perfect length if there was one!  His hair was dark blond and sticking up every which way, scruffy in a natural rather than styled way.  It suited him.
    He was basically super sexy.  This was an opportunity I couldn’t miss.  I hesitated for a moment, after all this time I wasn’t sure I’d remember how to talk.  I took a deep breath, then, in the shadows away from this man’s tent, I leapt over the stream and just strolled right up to him.
    He looked up lazily at me.  “Hey.”
    “Hey yourself,” I said.  I could still talk.  Superb.  “May I sit with you?”
    “Sure.”  A man of few words.
    I sat and he looked at me, his eyes twinkling, and offered me his joint.  I shook my head, smiling.  He smiled back, his eyes creasing.  “So, where did you come from?” he asked, reaching out and touching my arm.  I felt a shudder go through me, it was so long since someone had touched me.
    “Oh, I’m camping in another field.  Just out for a walk … you know …”  Hmm … not my most eloquent moment.
    “Just out for a walk, huh?  That’s my kind of girl…” and his arm stretched around me, pulling me towards him. 
    My vampire charms obviously still worked, even if my conversation skills weren’t exactly up to scratch!  I turned my face towards his, meeting his gaze.  I could see flames dancing, reflected from the fire, appropriate as it looked like his eyes were burning with desire. ‘Ha ha,’ I thought.  I hoped my eyes weren’t glowing red … and that if they were he would attribute it to the effects of the fire, too.
    I breathed in deeply, inhaling his aroma, which I instantly realised was a mistake.  He smelled good, too good, just like something I would love to eat.  I vowed to breathe shallowly from that point on. I could hear his heart pounding.  Thud, thud, thud.  Thud, thud, thud.  I’d have to close my ears too. 
    I looked from his eyes to his lips, and he moved closer, his subtly red lips getting closer to mine.  My heart sped up, and our lips touched.  This being a vampire business sure made for getting it on quick, but right at that moment that did not bother me one bit.  I revelled in the physical contact. I wanted this man to touch me all over, to kiss me, to be inside me.  I wanted him to melt my loneliness away with his lips, his lips that were giving away to mine.  I kissed him hard, finding it difficult to hold back, but he returned my kiss with passion, leaning on me heavily until I was on my back and his body was on mine.  He wore a denim lumber jacket, and I pushed it over his shoulders, so I could