Jackson Rosewood closed his eyes as he leaned back in his black office chair in his officer. This was the second month his club had been opening, and if he did say so himself business was booming, it was also the easiest way for Jackson to get his meal for the evening. The bouncers and bartenders that worked for him were all compelled to know what he truly was, but to not say anything, which was for the best. Those thoughtless humans didn't believe vampires existed and it was better that way. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was a hour until opening and he was hoping to find the one tonight, but he did every night.
He had been looking for decades. Once, back in the mid-1800's, he thought he found her, but she died suddenly, maybe it was an illness, or maybe a boat accident, he wasn't sure it happened too fast and in those days Jackson was a different man then he was now. Since then he hadn't been with a woman, except to use for his own personal needs or as a meal. He licked his lips, feeling very hungry all of a sudden. Jackson stood up. He was dressed in dark khakis and a white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons done to show off some of his muscular chest.
Jackson was very fit with well tones muscles and chiseled abs. His dark brown hair fell over his eyes and he shook his head to reveal dark purple eyes, almost black. They turned that color when he was hungry and on a normal day they were a lighter brown color. He walked out of his office casually, one hand in the pocket of his pants as he nodded towards the bouncer to open the doors. Like the previous nights, there was a line building up outside, people just waiting to come in and party it up, and he was looking forward to doing the same.
