Opioid

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Vampire: (noun) A corpse who leaves its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long, pointed, canine teeth, according to European folklore. A person who preys ruthlessly on others.
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Josh

Being an immortal being is so boring. After a few centuries of doing this, you realise that nothing changes and it's still boring. Drink blood, kill people, don't let people know your secret. I was already tired of this life and I was the youngest in our clan. Chris is the oldest, I'm not sure exactly how old he is, but he's been around for thousands of centuries. After Chris, it's Angelo, Ryan, Kylie, Ghost, Ricky, Vinny, and then me, Josh.

Ghost approaches me when I'm scouring Chris' enormous library for something to read. He leans against the doorway and clicks his tongue. The sound deafening in the large room.
"What'd you want, Ghost?" I ask him, placing the book I had been skimming back on the shelf and turning around to look at him.
"We are going out tonight, you are coming with us."
I start to say something, but he raises his hand to stop me.
"You are going. If we have to drag you kicking and screaming, you will be joining us tonight, Balz."
I scowl, eyeing him moodily, "I don't see why."
"It'll do you some good to get out of the house," Ghost replies dismissively as he turns and leaves.
I clench my hands together and I am very glad that I'm not telepathic or else something would be destroyed right now. God, I hate them sometimes. They never bother Ricky and he spends all day in his room reading! No, only Balz. Only the baby.
'I leave the house occasionally besides hunting,' Ricky reminds me in my head.
I growl and throw up a mental barrier. 'Stay out of my head.'

As much as I hated to go out, I knew that it was better to go along with it because if I piss Ghost off then he'll go running straight to Chris and last time he did that, he clipped my fangs and it took a week for them to grow back.
"We are a pack, Balz," he had told me. "We do things as a pack. It would be wise to remember this."

"We're a pack, Balz. We do things as a family, Balz," I mock him in a high-pitched voice as I stand in my bathroom putting makeup on for the night. I hope they didn't yell at me for my torn, black shirt, black skinny jeans and combat boots. They probably won't, but I know they would give me hell for no reason anyway. If I stall any longer, it's not going to be pretty.
"Finally!" Kylie throws her hands up and stands near the door, "The prince has arrived. Can we go now?"
I glare, "Shut up, Kylie."
She bumps my shoulder as she pushes past me to leave. Ghost gives me a sympathetic smile that I ignore. He knows I can't stand his girlfriend. She's a fucking bitch to me. I purposely get into Chris' Aston with him, Ricky and Ryan. Leaving Vinny and Angelo to ride with her and Ghost in her stupid Porsche. I pout in the backseat, arms crossed and glaring at the back of the seat.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"It's called Devine, Ashley told me about it," Ricky replies.
"I don't know why your friends with that witch," I mumble.
'Josh, be nice or you will be in for it when we get home,' Chris tells me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
I huff and ignore them. Silently vowing to not have fun and ruin everyone's night.

"Hey, babe, wanna buy me a drink?" The bleach-blonde, fake tits, orange tan whore asks me, dull, sickly grey aura tugging at my mind. She pushes herself up against my arm.
This is why I hate going out. I scowl, rubbing my temples to relieve the tension building up. "No, now get off me," I shove her and she stumbles a bit.
She leaves and the sharp pain leaves with her. The room is hazy with muted auras and smoke, the smell of sweat, blood, alcohol, and sex stains my skin and clothes. Loud, pulsating music that rocks the floor and the bones in my body. Someone bumps into me, I turn to yell at them and stop. Her aura is the brightest in here, a ruby, red that shimmers and beckons me in. A body covered in tattoos, legs that seem to never stop, dark brown hair, like a polished wood and blue, sweet eyes. Her lips quirk up in a smile and she turns her head slightly.
"I'm sorry," She yells. "I didn't mean to bump into you."
"It's okay," I yell back, holding out my hand, "I'm Josh Balz. My friends call me Balz."
She takes my hand in hers and I inhale sharply through my teeth at the feel of her soft, sweet smelling, skin. "Ryan Ashley Malarkey. Nice to meet you, Balz. Call me Ryan, please." Her smile is so soft and sweet, like I am the only man on earth.
My fangs descend, hoping that the dim light will hide them, I smile back. My instincts are telling me not to let her go. My body is telling me to wrap myself up in her body. My mind is drawn in to her aura like it's a pure drug. A pure seductress in human form.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I offer, missing the contact when she drops my hand.
She smiles, "Sure, that would be great, yeah."
She leans over to the bartender, "Whiskey on the rocks, please."
She turns back to me and winks before sitting on the barstool in front of me and placing her hand on her chin, studying me. I would've blushed if I could, as I felt her piercing, grey eyes look me over, her aura shimmering with her satisfaction towards me and I felt my heart swell. I had to have her.
"So, Josh, what do you do?" She asks me, letting my name drip off her tongue and fall from her lips like honey.
I smirk and lean against the counter, pushing a lock of her hair out of her face. "I play music: keyboard for a heavy metal band."
Small lie, since we do have a band, but we can't actually perform anywhere, but she doesn't need to know that.
Her eyebrows raise in astonishment, "Oh? Would I have heard of you?"
"I don't think so, we're not quite that popular yet," I reply, leaning in close and whispering in her ear.
She bites her lip and the vibrant white aura turns slightly grey with arousal and envelops me, its ambiance making me feel woozy and light headed. When her drink comes over, I slip the man some money and he nods. I watch her throat move with her swallows and I think of the rich, succulent blood that must run through her veins.
"Want to get out of here?" I ask her, pushing a bit of my charm onto her.
She purrs, "That sounds delightful. My place or yours?"
I give her a wolfish smile, running my fingers along her cheekbones, "Mine. Come, my lady."
She giggles and takes my offered arm as we leave the club. I see Ricky and catch his eye.
Go get 'em tiger, he tells me.
I plan on it.
"So, where's your car?" She asks me, looking around.
"I didn't drive," I respond as I pull her into an alley and close my eyes, concentrating on our front door.
She gasps as it materialises out of thin air. I open it and gesture in invitation. She walks inside hesitantly and I follow her, as we enter the manor. I close the door and she turns to me.
"What are you?"