Trickle- A Vampire Dricki Fanfic

Chapter Two- Drake

I fly down the hill, the wind cool as it rushes past me. When I get to the bottom, I can't for real see Charlie, but I know he's next to me because part of the scenery in front of me is warped a little in the shape of a body. The air vibrates slightly and Charlie appears, his eyes bright and glowing.

"You ready?" he asks hungrily, licking his lips.

I run my tongue over my sharp fangs and nod silently. My stomach growls. I haven't had a meal in weeks and I'm ready to suck the life out of someone.

Charlie makes a noise similar to that of a panther and disappears. I float down a nearby alley facing a wild New York street and wait. A cab pulls up across the street and the sweet smell gets stronger. I shudder. It smells like mangoes. Sweet, juicy mangoes. I chuckle to myself and I see a very sexy woman step from out of the cab car.

  Whoo, Jesus.

She has curves in all the right places, though I notice her attractive ass from here. Her curly black hair goes down her back. She's wearing white skinny jeans, pink high heels, and a pink tank top. She has high cheekbones and full lips. She walks around the car and pulls about four suitcases from the trunk. She could use some help.

Perfect excuse.

I will my fangs back into my gums and it takes some effort. Then I stride smoothly from the alley, looking both ways before crossing the street, and approach her from behind. I tap the woman lightly on her bare shoulder and she jumps. She whips her head around with a frown on her face and relaxes some.

"I noticed while I was walking that you have many bags." I flash her a smile. "May I be of assistance?"

She struggles for words. "Sure!" she finally blurts. "I'm Onika Maraj, but you can call me Nicki." I hear a strong accent in her voice.

"I'm Aubrey Graham, but everybody calls me Drake. Nice to meet you." I reach out and take her hand and kiss her knuckles. I can almost taste the sweet blood flowing through her veins and I feel my fangs try to push themselves out. I take her hand away from my mouth before my fangs can prick her skin.

I take two suitcases from her and grin. "Where ya headed?"

"Here." She points at the large building in front of us. We both walk onto the sidewalk and the cab drives away.

"A hotel? With all of these bags?" I smirk playfully.

Nicki chuckles. "Nah. I bought a house not too long ago over here, but until I have enough money to buy furniture, then I gotta stay here for a few weeks."

I nod. "Why'd you move over to New York?"

  "Because my job is here. I'm a fashion designer." Nicki beams.

"Sounds cool! I work at that shitty Subway over there. . . oops." I cover my mouth.

Nicki laughs, more like cackles, and says, "It's okay! I cuss too."

"Good. Because I hate bottling it up."

"Same."

We share a brief moment of staring into each other's eyes before I snap out of it and start towards the building. Nicki follows me at my side, and for a second, I swear I see the outline of Charlie's body next her.