It was the sort of thing people wrote about in horror films, shows and books. The sort of thing that brought fear into the lives of those who were innocent. Things that haunted peoples dreams, sending them insane from the lack of sleep which in turn brought the beauty of dark shadows beneath the eyes and red veins in beautiful patterns that filled the usually whiter sclera.
Most people feared the things that you truly loved. Darkness, pain, the cold and of course the most common of fears, death. People seemed to hate the simple thought of it, yet is was something you cherished. Every human is so different, the way they think, their habits and their dreams and values. Death was the thing that brought them all together. Death was what would eventually take them from their human bodies. Some finally being free from this world while others appeared trapped for eternity, living without a body of flesh and organs.
You sat in an old, dingy bar. One leg over the other as you balanced on the tall stool. You sipped lightly on your whisky, watching the interactions of those around you. This was something you loved to do, almost as if it were a hobby. You would zone out on everything around and focus on a person, studying their body language and obvious thought process. You could see what they thought of the person or people in front of them. Whether it was hatred, lust, jealously or envy. You could tell if they had other things on their mind, maybe a life partner they had lied to, saying they were working late, or maybe they were wondering if they had remembered to switch off the stove before leaving.
You spent your days doing just this and there had not been one single human that you were unable to read. That is, until this very moment. You were focused on a woman that sat at a booth with a man, she was putting on a fake laugh, clearly infatuated with the mans bold and muscular appearance. But as tall body walked by them, it some what stole all of your focus. you couldn't get your eyes to leave him.
He was tall, his attire darker than the others around him. His long coat flowing perfectly behind him as he moved. The way he walked was simply captivating, it was almost as if his feet levitated above the dirty wooden floor boards as his feet moved him forwards.
This was the first person you you had ever seen in which you could not read his actions. He was a clear gentleman, holding the door open for women who followed behind him, gesturing for people to walk ahead of him with a crooked smirk upon his face. This was all unlike most people these days, most only caring for themselves and using almost zero mannerisms.
Like you, he had come alone which was something that easily stood out in a place like this, that was filled with groups of chattering people. He sauntered over to the bar, sitting on a stool beside yours yet leaving one spare between your bodies. Without a word, the bar tender places a glass in front of him and wonders away, making no eye contact of asking for any payment.
What was it about this man? You could not withdraw your eyes from him. Even the way he lifted the spirit glass to his lips was filled with elegance, his silver rings shining in the dim lighting of the bar. The flesh of his ears was pierced, yet almost hidden by his dark hair. Why was this man so captivating?
With your eyes still on the mysterious figure, you downed the last of your drink. You lowered the glass, placing it on the bar top.
"Would you like another?" The man suddenly spoke, his voice smooth and clear. Almost shocking, and you were never usually one to be surprised.
As his words finished, he turned his face towards you, he was more than charming with his crooked smirk showing his white teeth, yet behind his eyes there was something else. Something wicked, malicious even.
"Please." You reply and within seconds a new glass filled with strong liquor is placed before you.
"And what is your name, darling?" he questions you, his dark eyes not leaving yours for even a moment.
"What is yours"
"You are a smart woman, wanting all knowledge of those around you. That is an admirable attribute my darling. I am Daniel Howell"
