I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

New Orleans part 2

I hate parties. My introverted self felt like it had died twice and then ran over by a car. I don't think I am being dramatic when I say that this was complete torture. Despite Alex constantly reassuring me that we wouldn't stay for long, I had my doubts. He didn't strike me as someone who enjoys parties either, but I could be mistaken. I didn't know Alex well enough to assume what he was actually like outside of school.

Surprisingly, Alex didn't teleport us directly to the event. Instead, we had to walk down a street to the Vampire Cafe. I nearly tripped over my feet when Alex said that's where the party would be held.

"That's not the actual place. Like, isn't that obvious?" I said in disbelief. Maybe I was hoping for something more discrete or less of a knockoff Twilight. But as we approached the cafe, a white sign with black bolded print 'Vampire Cafe' hung outside the building.

No fucken way...

'Believe it. Humans are idiots'

The music could be heard from outside the door as each individual dressed in golden globe attire entered the cafe. The women and men were strikingly beautiful, with features so exquisite that they seemed to have been chiseled by the hand of Michelangelo himself. From the curve of their lips to the arch of their brows, every detail was so perfectly crafted that it was hard to believe they were real. The sight of them was almost mesmerizing as if each one was a work of art that had been brought to life.

Comparing me to them, I was fucken Picasso.

The cafe was nothing compared to the Google images that I searched through. The ceilings were high, with luxurious gothic furniture. A bar was in the back with bottles of liquor stacked behind. Many of the beautiful people kept walking toward a back door, which I assumed was where we were supposed to go. Alex hooked his arm underneath mine, and I felt myself almost stumble.

"What the hell, don't just grab me like that. Do you think I know how to walk in these shoes?" I hissed.

"Trust me. I know you don't." Alex turned us back towards the bar, and we sat, watching as most people left through the back door.

"So why aren't we going inside?"

"Because I promised you I wouldn't let you be near any blood-sucking vampires," Alex scanned each individual with a cold gaze.

"So I take it you are not an Edward fan, even though your last name is like Count Dracula. " I had attempted to lighten the mood with a joke, but to my surprise, it appeared that he was taking the situation more seriously than he normally would.

"Not at all." He said, keeping the conversation short. His expression was somber, and he seemed lost in thought as if he was contemplating on us leaving.

"Alex, you came, and here I thought I wouldn't ever find you in New Orleans, even less at a party filled with vampires." A gorgeous woman with curled blond hair popped out of line toward us in a sparkling black dress.

"Trust me, I wouldn't have come if I had known that you all were going to have a blood party in the back room," Alex scowled. Her eyes were focused on Alex as if she were a moth to a flame.

"Alex, baby, you are hurting my feelings. Why do you witches always look down on us." Her lips turned down into a pout, and her eyes brimmed with tears that were just about to spill over.

"Alex, don't be r-'

'Their fake tears.' Fred interrupted before I could muster the courage to respond.

"Oh, you brought lunch- I mean a friend. I said, Friend!" She stammered. "I'm Stephanie." She held my hands tightly as if we were old friends.

"Mikeala, it's nice to meet you." I couldn't hide the hesitation in my voice as the woman pulled me into an embrace. She rapidly drew in a sharp breath, her nostrils flaring as if attempting to absorb every molecule of the scent that I was emanating into the air.