Lust

Sucker

Trope: Vampire Lover

Angel and Vincent

Vincent fucking hated the city. He honestly would never have to be here if he didn't get hungry. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he continued to wait impatiently in the dimly lit alleyway for his prey; she was late. Brushing his long black hair to the side, he snuffed out his cigarette with his heel and made his way to the club entrance. The bouncer was still out front, directing drunken visitors out the doors. When he noticed Vincent approaching he rose to his full height and blocked his path. He could tell this wasn't a weak man, but he wasn't about to stand in the way of a good meal. 

"Club's closed, my man," he said, sternly through his casual demeanor. 

"Just here to see Angel. Let me pass." His red eyes bore into the guard's with hungry aggression; he wasn't in the mood to argue with humans. The burly man's knees slightly buckled and he cleared his throat, stepping aside. 

"Uh, sure...she's talking with Benny..."

Vincent brushed past him, keeping his hands in his trench coat pockets to avoid snatching any random strangers. The club lights had turned on, revealing all sorts of trash and spills on its sticky, black floors. The night's drunken spectators sloshed around, bumping into him and each other as they made their way to the club doors. Some of the dancers eyed him up and down while wrapping up their entertainment, getting the last few tips from their regulars before returning to the dressing room for the night. 

The manager's office was in the very back, across the hall from the girl's dressing room. Angel's scent was strong inside and Vincent felt his mouth salivate in anticipation, but his hunger was ruined when a crisp slap rang out from behind the rickety door. Vincent griped the handle and threw open the door, slamming it against the grimy blank wall. His nostrils flared at the sight before him; Angel on the floor, still in her dancing attire, hand on her reddening cheek as Benny stood over her. The pudgy man's receding hairline was glistening with sweat, his white button up loose and stained at the armpits. Benny's eyes snapped the Vincent's and he backed away slightly, but kept his somewhat authoritative posture. 

"You fucking mind?! This is a closed meeting, pal, fuck off!" 

Vincent found his fat, round face and squawking voice annoying; he wondered if the world would be a better place if he just killed him now, but he doubted the blood would be worth much to him. "He's with me, Benny," Angel said from the floor. "I'll be out in a minute, Vincent." 

Her eyes wouldn't even meet his and that angered him even more. "No," he commanded, stepping forward to place himself between Angel and Benny, his body pushing the slightly obese man back away from her, "you'll be out now." He reached down and helped her up gently, checking her body for any other wounds. It was clear that he had been gripping her arm quite hard as the skin was already beginning to redden with irritation. He lifted her chin to asses her face, brushing the hair of her ridiculously blonde wig to the side of her triangular face. Her porcelain skin was already beginning to bruise on the left side of her cheek, making her excessive blush almost fade. 

Angel's baby blue eyes bore into the red ones of her savior, his long fingers brushing across her skin so soft that she almost didn't feel him at all. His chiseled, angular face showed hardly any emotion, but she knew he was angry. He was dressed in all black, as usual, with a long black trench coat to reflect the coldness of winter even though she knew he didn't feel it. His hair was down, cascading low on his back and shoulders like a river of black silk. 

"If you leave, you're fucking done here," Benny spat with rage. 

Vincent couldn't take this man any longer. Within a blink, he had Benny by the throat in the air, gritting his teeth in malice for this human scum. "If you breathe another word, you're fucking done," he seethed. "In fact, I'm struggling to find a reason as to why I shouldn't crush your windpipe right down so that you never breathe again, period." The man gasped and scratched at Vincent's hand around his neck to no avail. "If you lay another finger on her or raise your voice in any way, I will be back here to finish this," he paused, "I sincerely hope you fully understand what I'm saying to you, Benny, because if you don't, I'm afraid you won't be alive much longer." Vincent lowered him, slowly and released him. Benny collapsed onto the floor, sputtering as Vincent turned away and guided Angel out of the office.