Fate's game

Chapter 1

A/N: This is another request from Aa-cha
She wanted a story with cold vampires. Not a sweet one. 
This is my first time writing a story with cold lovers. 
I'm not sure if I was able to portray them well enough. 
I tried my best to make them cold, not sweet. 
I hope you like this story. 

Saint's pov:

I sat back on the couch and crossed my legs and arms.

My eyes were wandering around the club as usual.

Humans everywhere.

Dancing, drinking, enjoying.

"I can't find anyone good tonight." Zee sat beside me with two glasses of ice and a bottle of beer.

I nodded in agreement.

He poured beer into the glasses.

"There are only drunk, high, and wasted ones. We shouldn't have waited till Friday. Tonight is when they all get wasted after working all week." I took one of the glasses and drank it slowly.

"It's not like we could help it. There was work to be done." He sat back with his glass and drank it slowly.

I nodded again.

"Guess we'll have to make do with bags until Sunday night?" He looked at me.

"It seems we don't have much of a choice. I don't think we'll find any good ones during the weekend." I replied.

I looked at the beer in my hand. "This doesn't taste too bad. What brand is it?"

He took the bottle and looked at the tag.

"It's called Snow. I asked the bartender about it. It's the most popular beer brand in the world. But it's mostly sold in China so not a lot of people know about it."

I raised an eyebrow. "The owner is resourceful."

"Yeah." He nodded in agreement.

Just then, a group of girls approached us.

I could immediately tell they were drunk.

"Hey, handsome. Why are you guys sitting alone? Would it be ok if we joined you?" One of them asked.

"Not interested. Leave." I said flatly.

They were taken aback by that.

"Really? You couldn't be more polite?" Another one asked annoyed.

"Leave. Now." Zee said firmly.

They visibly gulped before quickly scrambling away.

I poured more beer into my glass which was now empty.

I was about to drink it but stopped when I sensed something.

Zee also seems to have sensed it because he looked around as well.

"That's new. Most humans don't experience such great fear when coming to a club." He swirled his drink in his hand.

"Yeah." I looked at the front entrance.

Two boys came in.

They looked like they were in their early 20s.

They were holding each other's hands as if clinging onto each other for dear life while looking around fearfully.

I propped my elbow on my knee and rested my chin on my palm as I observed them.

"Caught your fancy?" Zee asked. He couldn't see them from where he was sitting.