I Met a Vampire Down in Santa Carla

Chapter Twenty - Three

Having seen the boys hunt had my head in a spiral for days now. How was it they were so okay with taking lives? Maybe they are so used to having to do it that it is just second nature to them. When I saw them the other night taking those girls away I couldn't help but check the news for the girl's faces. Nothing so far luckily. I usually spend this off night with David, but he is running late. We are supposed to have a chill night watch a movie maybe cuddle. I got sick of waiting and I put on some random 80's slasher flick. 

Thinking about it a slasher probably isn't the best idea. However, my mind is elsewhere tonight. I keep playing a scenario in my head and as the movie dims out I fully indulge in my fantasy. It is a late night at a sleazy bar. It is filled with people trying to flirt and failing or lonely bachelors buying pretty ladies a drink. I lean across the bar bored of my options. No one seemed to catch my eye and here I went to dress nice. My hair is in a high ponytail wearing a deep red lip with smokey eyes. Wearing a black turtle neck under a spaghetti strap form-fitting dress with leopard print. With platform boots and fishnets. Circling the straw in the almost empty drink ordered by a man who thought I would lower my standards to get laid. Boredom was the only thing getting laid it looked like. 

I hear some girls next to me giggling and pointing out a very attractive individual who just walked in. I glance at where they are pointing and can't help but agree. David walked in. His aura dark and mysterious. He walks past a girl who just happened to be gawking at him and smirks. God how I wish I was in her place. I take the final sip deciding nothing can be done just by hope. I stroll over confidence radiating off me. I lean lightly and run my fingers up his arm. "Hello there. What is a pretty face like you doing in a shit hole like this?" I smile. His eyebrow peeks and he smiles. 

"Pretty sure that's my line gorgeous" I roll my eyes. "Let me buy you a drink," I sigh. 

"I think I've had enough to drink tonight thanks. I'd much rather have something else instead." I glance to his lips making my intentions very clear. 

"I'm sure you would doll." He wraps his arm around my waist to whisper in my ear. "Indulge me a bit." I'm swooning. He takes my hand gently and kisses it his bright blue eyes looking into mine with lust and determination. 

"Je vais vous gâter." (I'll indulge you) 

"French?" He groans lightly leading me to the bar. I smile and sit down waiting for him to order. He gets a Jack and Coke and gets me a fruity cocktail. I watch the drink intently not wanting to let my guard down. "So what other languages can you speak." 

"Just French and I only know a few phrases." 

"How come." 

"To trick my poor suspecting victims. What can I say men love exotic things." I smirk.

"Do they now?" I was amused and so close to being mine for the night. 

"mmmhmm it's working on you isn't it." He chuckles and nods. "What brought you here tonight?"

"Just looking for a good time you?" 

"Lonely heart." I give him an innocent look to hide my true intentions. "Hoping to find someone to fill the void even for a night. My luck hasn't been good till now." 

"Can't imagine why. Such a young pretty thing like you." I sit straight puffing out my chest gaining the glance I wanted. 

"You're sweet. I'm afraid it isn't for the lack of trying on other's part I just have standards." 

"And I'm that standard?" 

"So far." I smile leaning in. "Maybe if you're lucky you can be the victim of this evening's events." I bite my lip. He leans closer.