- Runa's pov -
"Runa, hurry up!" I hear the slightly muffled voice of my vampire friend, Sarah, on the other side of my bedroom door. Sarah Richardson is my roommate and best friend, and she somehow managed to convince me to go to a club for my nineteenth birthday. I'm from Switzerland and I just moved to Toronto, Canada a few weeks ago. Sarah and I knew each other long before then, we texted all the time.
"Runa I'm serious! we're gonna be late!" Sarah barges in and I quickly cover my exposed chest
"Oh my God Sarah!" I exclaim, my french accent prominent as usual.
"You don't even have your outfit on! put it on, hurry up. and don't forget the lacey bra with it!" She turns on her heels and walks out, closing the door behind her. I sigh and put on the lacey black bra and lacey backless black dress. The dress hugs my body and goes down to my lower thighs, and black lace leotards cover my legs. I turn around, looking at myself in the mirror. My makeup is light, mostly glowing highlighter, and lip gloss with gold eyeliner to match my golden brown hair. My very long hair, which is curly and styled slightly.
I step out of my room and Sarah squeals.
"Rue! You look amazing!" She claps her hands in excitement, "Now let's go, I wanna get there before next year." Sara grabs my hand and pulls me out to the car after I put on some small ankle boots. I get in her car on the passenger side and she takes the driver's side. It takes about twenty minutes to drive to the club, which is lit up with lights of all colors, and you can hear the faint music from out here. We get out of the car and Sarah leads me to the entrance, where we have to show our ID to the bouncer. It doesn't surprise me when the bouncer recognizes Sarah.
We enter a large room, with large wooden doors leading to other rooms, a staircase going up and one going down. I head to the bar, and order a Shirley Temple after sitting down at one of the chairs. I look to see the crowd of dancing people, and spot Sarah dancing with some tall blondie.
"Is this seat taken, doll?" I turn my head to see a tall, attractive as fuck male. His fluffy jet black hair has red streaks, and his dark red eyes show inhuman qualities. He's quite tall, at least six foot two or so, and he has a buttoned shirt with the sleeves pushed up, and his shirt is tucked loosely into dress pants. His upper body muscles are visible through the shirt. It takes me a moment for my mind to catch up.
"Oh, um no it's not," I give him a soft smile, and take a sip of my Shirley Temple once it's placed in front of me. The man sits on the stool beside me, his body slightly turned towards me.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" He has a slightly noticeable German accent as he speaks, his ws sounding a little harder than usually pronounced. I can't really be talking though, what with my very noticeable french accent.
"My friend dragged me out here to celebrate my nineteenth birthday, but I'm not much of a going-out-and-partying type of girl." I shrug as I lazily sip my drink. Alaric looked at my drink, seemingly deep in thought.
"I thought so, since you never come here" He waved down the bartender and ordered a drink. I did a double take. How did he know I've never been here before?
"What do you mean?" I vocalize my thoughts.
"Don't worry little vixen, I'm no stalker." He chuckles at my expression.
"Then what makes you think I've never been here before?" I attempt an attitude that says 'I've absolutely been here'.
"The cameras at the entrance, your hesitation at entering this place." He smirks at my confused expression "Sweetheart, I own this place." I look at him skeptically as he takes a sip of his drink.
"Uh huh." I hum doubtfully, "Do you also own a country or something?"
"Or something." He replies just as I hear Sarah calling my name.
"Ooh Ruru, who's this hottie?" She asks, and bites her bottom lip at him. I laugh and she giggles as Alaric winks at her. "Runa c'mon, come dance with me!" She exclaims, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to the dance floor.
She dances in and out of the crowd, dragging me with her, as I attempt to mirror her movements. I laugh at how stupid I must look. My laugh stops when I get to the edge of the crowd again and see Alaric holding a guy with light brown hair and pale skin against the wall, his face one of rage and frustration.
"Oh mon Dieu" My language switches in shock, and Sarah notices."Oh wow." She mutters. I think she shares my shock and slight concern until she says something else, "He's even hotter when he's mad." I glare at her for a second before I realize there's a shattered glass on the floor. My shattered glass. I stomp over there angrily.
"Alaric, what the fuck! Why did you shatter my glass and why are you..." Oh. Oh... "He tried to drug my drink." The other guy's expression is like a giant red sign saying guilty. Alaric doesn't spare me a glance. He calls for security, and he whispers something into the brunette's ear that makes him go even paler before he's dragged out to an exit I didn't realize existed. Sarah comes over and grabs my arm, almost protectively.
"We should go home." This was enough excitement for one night, even to her apparently. "Goodbye Mr. hotstuff!" Sarah laughs as Alaric turns towards us. He smiles warmly, but it makes my neck hair stand up.
"Goodnight little vixen," His smile turns into a playful smirk, and I know that was for me. Sarah giggles as she leads me out, and I feel my cheeks heat up slightly. I take one last look behind me and I see him wink at me just before he's out of sight.
Sarah hops into the driver's seat and I the passenger. Only now do I realise Sarah's eyes are glowing a bit, a side effect after feeding from a live host, part of her vampiric nature.
"I hope you didn't kill the poor guy," I laugh, and she chuckles, almost darkly.
"Me too."
~
AN: I know it's short, please don't come for me 🙏
When I start stories they're often rather short, and then they get insanely long. how long do you think is too long?
You know the drill
If you have feedback and opinions you want to share, comment,
if you like it, give it a vote,
if you want to be updated whenever another part is uploaded, follow me
✨️all of it is by choice you lovely little humans✨️
YOU ARE READING
Damned Desires
Romance°~Damned Desires~° - Image credits go to Pinterest and the respective artists - °~°~°~° Runa was an eighteen year old girl. She led a relatively normal life in Switzerland with her Canadian online friend, Sarah Richardson, and eventually moved to Ca...