Inspired by the PC game Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines. Something I put together to pass the time.
1. Mr Dark and Mysterious
"Vampires?" I said to the tall, well dressed fellow at the bar. Up until that point in the conversation, I was actually toying with the idea of letting him get me into bed. Then he started in with that shit about vampires. Honestly, as if there aren't enough goths, emos and fucking headcases in the city already, I had to be unfortunate enough to have one chatting me up.
He was quite good looking, if you tend to go for the dark and mysterious look. His skin seemed a little pale but he'd told me he worked night-shift as a guard at the local general hospital and hadn't seen the sun for a while. At the time, that had seemed reasonable.
His eyes, so dark they were nearly black had met my blue ones from across the dancefloor. Yes, it was one of those, 'their eyes met across a crowded room' moments. For some reason, I felt compelled to go to him, to talk to him, just to be near him. I've since learned that's one of the little tricks vamps like to use. It makes their prey come to them instead of them having to bother hunting it down. Isn't that convenient?
So we got to talking about this and that. The more I spoke to him, the more it felt as though we'd known each other our entire lives. Should come as no surprise that that's another of their little tricks; the whole you know me, I'm your old friend from such and such. Come over here to this nice dark corner and we'll get...intimate. Of course, when a vamp or 'Kindred' as they like to call themselves talk about intimacy, they usually mean sucking you almost dry until you're almost as pale as they are.
It was the night of my friend Lauren's twenty-fifth birthday. All us girls - Lauren, Sarah, Katie and myself - I'm Morgan, just so you know - were supposed to meet up at some fancy new bar in town. Only we get our wires horribly crossed, they ended up over there and I ended up here. By the time I thought about getting out of there and going to meet them, I'd already been reeled in by Mr Dark and Mysterious. Even now, I know almost nothing about him except that he was a Toreador. It could have been worse, I could have been grabbed by a Nosferatu coming out of a sewer. I've only ever seen them once or twice, but fuck me, they're ugly sons of bitches. You seriously do not want to find yourself being Embraced by one of them. Of course, they claim the same thing about the other Clans.
So, not quite against my will I'm talking to Mr D & M when he says something about vampires being real. I'm all like, "Yeah, right and so's the tooth fairy. Oh and werewolves."
"No," he said, "It's all true. And I can prove it."
"Uh...huh," I said and I suddenly found it quite difficult, impossible, really to look away from him. I began to suspect he'd slipped something into my vodka and orange. He slipped his arm around my waist and gently guided me towards the door. Oh, but that was so not gonna happen. With an effort of will I didn't know I was capable of, I managed to break free and began to run for the exit. Smack into a group of slutty little whores who were dancing around half naked. One of them turned, clawed me in the face with her fingernails and said, "Outta my way, bitch!"
Oh, and wasn't that the pot calling the kettle black. By the time I disentangled myself from them, Mr D & M had a hand on his shoulder and was spinning me around. I tried to avoid his gaze, but God help me, he was too strong. He gently ran a forefinger along me cheek where the little skank-girl had clawed me. His fingertip came away stained with my blood. He slipped the finger into his mouth and sighed in pleasure.