My Vampire

The Vampire's Embrace

The dimly lit bar was buzzing with anticipation as the burlesque show was about to begin. Under neon red lighting, an enigmatic but lonely vampire, stood at the back, his dark gaze fixated on a figure sitting alone across the bar at the counter. It was Nicholas, their petite frame and subtle androgynous beauty drawing the vampire in hopelessly, like a moth to a small somber flame.

Nicholas sat hunched over slightly, their jet black hair falling softly in small strands across their forehead, partially concealing piercing brown eyes, that darted nervously between the performance and the floor. They wore a faded band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a plethora of silver jewelry that jingled softly with every subtle movement. Despite the lively atmosphere, they seemed primarily immersed in their own world, nursing a half-chugged gin and tonic with an extra wedge of lime.

As the show continued, a curvaceous performer took the stage, her body adorned with glittering pasties and a practiced and seductive smile. Halfway through her number, she began to sashay slowly towards the back right of the room, where Nicholas sat shyly, her sizable breasts barely contained, and began a tantalizing dance, her moves becoming increasingly provocative. The music pulsated, rhythmic and hypnotic, and she leaned forward, her breasts swaying teasingly mere inches from Nicholas' face, her perfume filling their senses with romantic smells of musk and jasmine.

The vampire observed this interaction with a mixture of fascination and twisted curiosity. Nicholas remained for the most part, stoic, their expression unreadable, yet there was a subtle shift in their demeanor. A faint blush crept across their freckled cheeks, and their hands tightened firmly around the glass, the ice clinking softly.

Intrigued by this curious individual, the vampire decided to make his move. He strode across the bar, brown boots clicking lightly against the marble floors, his long steps purposeful and neat, and took the seat next to the human.

"That was quite a performance," he remarked, his deep velvet voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Seems like you enjoyed it."

Nicholas turned toward the stranger, their slender brown eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before they nervously averted their gaze. They immediately noticed the stranger's curious accent. "It was... interesting," they replied, their voice raspy and low, barely detectable as the distortion-heavy music filled the the bar.

The vampire signaled the bartender for another round of drinks, his fingers intentionally lightly brushing the humans as he did so. "You seem like someone who appreciates the unconventional," he said, his tone clearly suggestive. "I couldn't help but notice your style, and... well, the way you seem to carry yourself, even in a crowd of this many people."

Nicholas' eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise, intrigue, and mild disbelief flashing across their face. "I guess you could say I'm often partial to the... darker sides of life," they said, their voice more steady now. "And I'm usually not one to shy away from... new experiences." Nicholas noticed the strangers soft brown hair that fell in front of his amber eyes before he would routinely tuck it back behind his ears, and the beautiful vintage rings that decorated his long, delicate fingers.

The stranger smiled, his light pink lips curling slightly, revealing a hint of fang to Nicholas. "Then perhaps... we have more in common than meets the eye," he purred, leaning closer. "I have a penchant for the extraordinary and beautiful, and I sense that you might be exactly the companion I seek."

Nicholas, having noticed the man's unmistakeable fangs and strange dialect, began to piece together what he seemed outwardly to be. As the drinks arrived, waved on by the vampire's quick gestures to the bartender, the stranger took the opportunity to in turn watch the human even more closely. Their slim frame and nervous facial expression exuded a certain vulnerability, but their piercing-adorned face still held a defiant and intentional strength. They clearly dressed not to be noticed, yet tonight the vampire's eyes couldn't help but fixate on the lonely young person, who seemed to be painfully methodical in every aspect of life. He could sense a deep and damaged complexity beneath the surface, a soul yearning for mutual exploration and a release.