Disclaimer: The Night World series belongs to L.J Smith

She…

Cannot believe it at first.

He…

Is asking her out. Although rather than asking, it is just an hour and a place said in a whisper: the parking lot at eight, just the two of them.

She…

Doesn't know what to say, the words are stuck in her throat and the heat rises to her cheeks. She manages to swallow and nods.

He…

Gives her a curious look… there is something new in his dark eyes, a glow of… satisfaction? Trimph? Or is it something else? There is no time to figure it out, he leaves without saying another word.

She…

Watches him leave. He is handsome, very handsome, you could even say he looks like an angel, he's that handsome. However, seeing his silhouette bathed in red and yellow club lights makes her change her mind, just like that he looks more like a demon descending into the underworld. A fallen angel. The idea excites her.

He…

Locks gazes with someone else, the black haired girl resting on a column. The contact does not last long, nor it is intense, but for anyone who had paid attention it would have seemed as if the two had said something to each other without using words.

She…

Prepares herself for the occasion, she goes with her best clothes and the best makeup she could buy in such a short time. She knows that she looks sexy and the looks she receives while walking down the street confirm it.

He…

Waits for her in his gray Lexus, right where he told her he would be. His eyes are on the windshield, as if he were concentrating at some point in the darkness, that thing he mentions so much ... he does not even flinch with the taps on the passenger door.

She…

Is disappointed to note that her attire does not have the desired effect on her companion, whose face does not change as he examines her from head to toe. She decides to be a bit daring, she gets as close as she can, enough to show her cleavage.

He…

Notes the gesture, but his eyes remain fixed on her face. The unknown glow is back in his eyes. He smiles and starts talking.

She…

Can barely process the question he has just asked her, she picks up the phrase: join the darkness, but her flighty brain does not fully understand its meaning. She says yes, but in truth what she wants is him.

He…

Knows it. He caresses her chin and bends over.

She…

Holds her breath and closes her eyes, her heart quickens at the expectation of feeling his lips on hers. Even with her eyes closed, she perceives that their faces are close, feels his breath and then ... everything turns black.

He…

Watches the small body collapse like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Her mental defenses were so weak, basically nonexistent, that a single mental blow was enough to render her unconscious, like most humans.

The engine of the car purrs and the Lexus is soon lost in the dark streets of Boston.

She came looking for darkness and he is about to give it to her.

Well, that's it folks, I hope you like it.

For anyone who's wondering, the ABC challenge consists in writing drabbles which each letter of the alphabet, so if this one is Allure, the next one could be Blood or Butcher or something like that. I have set the maximun of words between 550 and 600 words to keep this short. I decided to try this challenge because I feel that telling stories in few words is something I struggle with, most of fics tend to be lengthy so I believe this will help me write stuff that goes straight to the point.

By the way, I took this challenge from Stelle Storm, so all credit to her.

Anyways, feedback is always appreciated, do you think Quinn's and Daphne's POVs are in line with their characters or not? Any ideas about what should the next chapter's title should be?

Have a nice day.