Midnight Mates

Naomi

*Steven's PoV*

"All I'm saying is, I thought I was giving him the right directions." Kory laughed.

"Yeah, well, obviously you fucked up somewhere along the line-- the man ended up on the rough side of L.A."

"I said I was sorry didn't I?!" I shouted. Issac spoke up from the backseat where he had been quiet the entire time.

"Sorry doesn't fix those unfortunate third degree burns."

I sighed deeply.

"You know what? Let's just stop for a bite," I suggested. Kory rolled his eyes.

"Okay, so, cheeseburgers for us, and a perky waitress for you?" Issac cleared his throat.

"Actually, I prefer--"

"Ohhh right! Damn, I forgot you only ate rats. ...Friggin' snake," Kory shouted, shaking his head in disappointment. Issac glared at him.

"Don't say that like I only eat rats carrying bubonic plague." Kory shrugged, and I pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a locally owned restaurant off in the middle of nowhere.

The dusky dirt roads were abandoned, and the only car we saw was a pickup truck full of drunk teenagers. They hurriedly drove past us, shouting incoherent words from their beer scented mouths. It began to downpour, and the dirt below my tires slowly became mud. I sighed.

"How come Ren's group got to hit up friggin' New York City and we're stuck in this rat hole? ...Although, this might be right up your alley, Issac," Kory teased, tilting his unnecessary sunglasses down.

"Kindly go fuck yourself," Issac retorted good naturedly. I rolled my eyes as we stepped out of the car.

"Play nice, boys," I said as we sauntered inside. Quicker than the lightning that struck overhead, I spotted the waitress I wanted for dinner this evening. She smelled... delightfully virgin. That's when it hit me.

"Hey guys--"

"You want to sacrifice the hot waitress, don't you?" Kory interrupted, a cheeky grin on his face. Issac rolled his eyes again.

"Don't say that like we're going to march her up on a mountaintop as a sacrifice to the sun gods." At this point, the waitress turned her slightly judgemental gaze to us.

"Stop embarrassing me," I whispered harshly as we picked a table and sat down. The waitress took her sweet time strolling over to us.

Her ebony skin glistened with rain--and I wondered vaguely when she had been outside--and her damp hair was short--which only served to accentuate her neck. Her dark eyes were narrowed at me, and I wondered what I had done to offend her already. Kory shook my shoulder and I snapped out of whatever trance I had been in.

"Dude she asked you what you wanted to eat, like, five times already." I eyed the nametag she sported on her dull, light blue, uniform. Naomi. She put on a forced, yet polite smile.

"What can I get for you?" I smirked, putting on my best Hunter Valentine persona--I needed to be charming and suave if I wanted her to "donate" her blood.

"Were you born on a farm?" My question took her aback and she furrowed her eyebrows suspiciously.

"...What?"

"Were you born on a farm? ...Because you look a-maize-ing!" Kory started laughing so hard he began banging his fists on the table, and Issac just shook his head. Naomi narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yeah, I was born on a farm, actually." For some reason, I began to sweat nervously and my whole arm spasmed and I ended up accidentally knocking over a glass of water--directly on Naomi.

She cursed in another language at me--one I didn't know, but sounded somewhat familiar to me. Kory was literally biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud and Issac slowly got up and walked out past Naomi. Kory followed him soon after, breaking out in obnoxious laughter before he was out the door.

Naomi glared at me.

"We're closin' up now, so you best be on your way." I gulped.

*Garrett's PoV*

Daren--no, our beloved alpha, aka the leader of our ENTIRE pack--giggled. He shoved his phone in Xander's face.

"Hey Xander, check out this meme!" Xander rolled his eyes and peered at the phone, before wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"What's wrong with Donald Trump's face?" Daren pulled back the phone and rolled his eyes.

"What isn't wrong with Donald Trump's face?" I sighed.

I could be with Vee-Bee right now, but no...

"Thank God, no-- Thank Ren we got stuck with Las Vegas so I can drink this entire conversation away," I muttered with unhidden bitterness.

"Whoa, someone's a negative Nancy. What, are you upset that you can't spoon with the scary redhead?"

Daren was mocking me again, and I couldn't even technically do anything about it.

"..." Xander sighed deeply from the passenger seat.

"He can't say it to your face, but he's thinking it." Daren poked his head in between our seats.

"Thinking what, exactly?" Xander crossed his arms over his chest and looked Daren in the eyes.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

"No no, please, say it slower," Daren taunted. I snickered.

"Gee, Alpha, it sounds like you wanna spoon with the prickly vampire."

"Prickly?"

Daren leaned back in the backseat of the car.

"The only one I would even CONSIDER spooning with is Veranda. ...And maybe Ian Somerhalder." I rolled my eyes and turned the radio up louder.

I couldn't help the grin that emerged on my face as soon as I saw the flashy Las Vegas sign. All I needed to do was find a couple of virgins and I could see Viola again... and propose.

*Naomi's PoV*

I pulled my jacket over my tank top, hastily zipping it up. My uniform had gotten soaked by the idiot vampire, but it was time to close up anyway, so I figured I might as well take it home for a wash.

"You can go ahead an' leave, Marcus. I'm locking up today," I informed the older man who had taken me under his wing.

He had become a father figure to me of sorts, the day he found me on the corner with vampire bites all over my body. And for that, I was eternally grateful, even if I couldn't always show it. He smiled at me.

"Thank you, Naomi. I'd offer to stay, but Mira'd take off my head!" He chuckled and I shook my head. He and his wife had such a nice relationship after all these years that it made me completely sure of what I wanted in a partner.

After a while, I walked out into the seemingly abandoned parking lot and headed straight for my car. I heard the crunching of leaves and whipped my head around, my hand instinctively closing around the pocket knife in my jacket's pocket.

When I saw what had startled me was simply a squirrel, I turned back to my to my car and stumbled backwards when I saw what was leaning against it. His blue-violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and he looked at me with an expression of... regret?

"What do you want? Aside from the obvious. If you wanted to attack me, you would've hurried an' done it already, so what is it?" He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"Well... you're not gonna believe me, but here goes: My friend Ren is a vampire princess, but she doesn't want to be a princess so we have to do a locator spell to find her sister, but to do it we need a doctor, a witch, and the blood of like, six virgins so if you could just come with me and give us your blood that'd be great."

How he said that entire thing without losing any breath was beyond me.

"So you need my blood so you can do some witchy voodoo shit? Not a chance in hell."

"I was afraid of that." Before I could question what he meant, my vision went black.