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...
It's New Year's Eve and I'm walking down the street when I bump into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry...", I say and I look up. Isn't this the guy I met at the plane on my way here?.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking...", he apologizes and smiles.
"I'm sorry, have we met before?", I ask.
"Yeah, I think we sat next to each other during a flight", he replies.
"Yes, you are...", I try to remember his name until it shows up in my head "Sebastian!"
"I am, and if my memory still works, you are Hope".
"Indeed", I smile at him.
"So, how have you been? From what I recall, you were here for business...", he says.
"Wow! You do have a good memory. I'm good. It's been a busy couple of months, but I've been fine".
"I know this might sound weird, but... would you like to go for some coffee with me?", he asks.
"Sure, why not?".
"Are you too busy right now?", he asks and blushes.
"Not at all...", I smile.
We walk into a small coffee shop. I ask for some hot chocolate while he goes for a regular expresso.
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We talk for hours. He tells me about his job in the film industry and I tell him about some cases I had. I find out we have similar taste when it comes to music and books.
There's something special about him. He is just so sweet and kind.
When we look at the time, it's already dark outside.
"I guess I should get going", I say, even though I don't feel like leaving.
"Yeah, me too... I have this party I must attend to, although I don't really want to", he sighs.
"Well, I'll be sitting at home, probably drinking wine until they drop the ball. I wanted to see it, but my best friend bailed out on me. I don't think your party can be any more boring than my plans for the night", I shrug.
"Would you like to come with me?", he asks and I gaze into his baby blue eyes.
"I... I'd love to but, are you sure?", I wonder and my heart starts beating a little bit faster than usual.
"Yes. We will be close to where they drop the ball, we could walk over and watch it together, I mean, if you want to".
"Yes... But we should get going. I wouldn't want to make you late", I reply as we both stand up.
"Here, why don't you put your number on my phone so I can text you the address", he says as he gives me his phone.
