Vampires don't age.
Vampires don't sparkle.
Vampires are predators.
And a vampire's worst sin would be to fall for his prey.
(Ok, this is my 2nd fanfic. I tried to get together two things that I adore: Sebastian Stan & supernatural creatures. A lot...
I have been visiting Hope every night. Of course, she has always been asleep. I try to keep my distance but the urge to see her is stronger than me.
When I'm not on set, filming (yes, I am an actor, I wasn't lying), I try to keep an eye on Hope. I can tell she does well on her own. I've heard some of her conversations at work and that woman can make an empire fall by just saying the right words.
She's... strange. When she is at work, she is a badass lawyer; she always has a back-up plan, or a strategy to win. She is the kind of woman mortal men fear. She knows how to hurt and when to do it.
But once she's out of her office, she becomes this soft, fragile girl. The kind of girl who needs to be protected at all costs. She likes to read books at different parks and she takes photographs of whatever she considers nice and worthy.
She can also be the kind of girl who goes on a shopping spree (I must admit, she has good taste). She can pull off a sexy outfit and dance the way she did when she was younger.
Tonight, I've decided to see her again, but not in her sleep.
As every other Friday, Hope and some of her co-workers will visit a club. And I will happen to be at the same place, at the exact same time. Just like in London.
I decide that bringing my colleagues will make it look as an even bigger coincidence. I just had to say the words and Chris and Mackie were ready to party. I don't feel exactly proud to compel my friends and I hardly ever do it, but tonight I needed them with me.
When we walk into the club, Hope is already there. I can see her at the bar.
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We go straight to the VIP section. We ask for some beers. (Yes, vampires can get drunk though it takes a lot of booze). We talk about work and make some jokes.
"Hey guys? I'll be right back...", I say.
"Sure about that?", Mackie asks.
"I'll be back, just maybe not right away", I reply and smirk.
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I walk out to her.
"Hello, Hope", I say and she turns to see me.
"Hello, stranger", she replies.
I can sense she's a bit drunk.
"Are you here by yourself?", I ask, knowing what the answer will be.
"No, my co-workers are over there", she points at two girls dancing not too far from where we are. "I should probably join them", she says.
"Do you mind if I buy you a drink before?", I offer.
"Since you never took my coffee offer, I think I will take yours", she replies.
"I'm sorry about that. I've been busy with work", I apologize.
"It's fine. I get it...", she chuckles.
"What's with that face?"
"What face?".
"The one you just made...", I say and imitate her.
"Oh, it's nothing...", she says.
"It's something...", I insist.
"Well, I mean... you don't have to go for coffee with me if you don't want to. I'm sure you have plenty to do, being famous and all...".
"Wow. Now I'm hurt. I really wanted to see you again, but work has been insane. Look, if you don't believe me, you can ask my friends, they are over there, in the VIP section", I point out.
"I believe you... You know what's funny though?", she asks and I was not expecting that.
"No, what is it?", I raise an eyebrow.
"You still haven't bought me a drink", she replies.
That makes me laugh.
"Ok, what are you drinking?"
"Bourbon", she says quietly.
"Bourbon??", I repeat as my eyes open a little too much.
"Yes, what's the big deal about it?".
"I thought you were more of a beer kind of a girl", I say. Which happens to be true. Whenever I've seen her drinking, it's always been beer. Maybe a glass of wine. But bourbon?. That's a strong drink for such a tiny girl. Ok, woman. Still tiny.
"Yeah, well... You don't really know me, so...", and she chuckles again.
I ask for two glasses of bourbon.
"Cheers", she says and gulps the entire content at once.
I just stay there, looking at her, surprised.
"Are you going to drink that?", she asks.
"Yes, thank you", I reply with a smirk and I gulp my own glass at once.
"Another round? This one is on me", she says, defiant.
I agree. If she likes to play rough, then so be it.
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By the end of the fourth round, I'm drunk and Hope is pretty hammered herself. She takes my hand and drags me to the dancefloor.
The song... It reminds me of London. I'm losing it, I'm losing my mind. She wraps her arms around me as she moves in a sensual way. I grab her by the waist, pulling her closer to me. Now we are so close I can feel her breath. It smells like bourbon and still, I find it sweet.
'What the hell...? Here goes nothing', I think and I pull Hope closer as I kiss her.
