A Whole Bunch of Loki's

The Euphoric Rush - Vampire Loki - Part Four

Since that first night with Loki, I hadn't been able to think of anything other than how I wanted that high that he gave me again.

Though I only wanted it from him.

It was a strange thought, thinking that I had somehow become addicted to one specific vampire after a single night together, but those seemed to be the facts and I couldn't argue with them.

I wasn't the only one who obtained a new obsession that night.

Julie and Tony had become practically inseparable after our first night at the club, it was starting to get a bit unbearable with the way she rambled on and on about him but I was still happy that she was at least happy.

I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to distract myself from this terrible itching need to be bitten again.

To have Loki pressed against me, bare skin on bare skin, as his sharpened canines punctured my flesh and filled us both with a high better than one any drug could offer.

Throughout the first week I though, or more hoped, that he would seek me out of his own accord.

At night I would sit up awake and wish to hear a knock on the door and a playful chuckle from the other side, but by the third week when I heard nothing, my hope dwindled away and I pushed my needs to one side so that I could focus on everyday life once again.

Like it had been before that night.

I'd sent him a few texts to ask if he wanted to meet up, not for a hook up just for a casual outing, but all my messages went unanswered and I had to try my best to push aside the sting that came with a clear rejection.

Though I spent a lot of my time convincing myself that it was a mere mistake, there had to be a reason that he wasn't replying.

Somehow, I'd managed to push down the nagging voice in the back of my head that kept telling me to return to the club in an attempt to find him and find out what was going on.

Something logical but also too much like a stalker for my liking.

I pushed this urge down for a month and a half before having to give in, even if it was just to see him.

There was no hiding the fact that this line of thinking was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

The weekend of my first of two weeks off from work, I got dressed up in my best vampire inspired outfit and headed out on the twenty-minute walk from my place to The Euphoric Rush.

As I made my way down the little side road that led to the club, my nerves struck and I started to feel foolish in coming to a place I would normally avoid.

Not just because of the vampires and the possible danger, but purely because I disliked clubs in general.

The thumping music made my head pound and the thought of what I was doing made my stomach lurch, thoughts of turning back sparked up but by the time they had become loud enough to be heard over the music I had already paid and was making my way through the red velvet rooms towards the seating area.

I weaved my way past the too busy bar and the gyrating bodies on the dancefloor, trying to score a hit, a lay or both and step into the raised booth area again.

From my position I could see just about each booth well enough to tell if I recognized anyone, so I scanned over the top of people's heads in search of someone that stood out as familiar, even if it wasn't Loki.

In one of the booths to my far left I could make out Thor, sitting tall above the edge of the booth with his a few locks of his long blond hair braided much like it had been the first night I'd met him.

An uncontrollable smile splits my face and I start wading through the revelers on the higher level to get to his booth.

Even if Loki wasn't with him, I could at least ask how he'd been doing and maybe finally find out why he hadn't been answering any of my messages.

I was fully aware by this point that it had become an unhealthy obsession, but I'd never been with anyone in that way and we had said that we would keep in contact if it wasn't just going to be a one time thing, the least he could have done was reply to me saying that he'd changed his mind.

Stumbling past a vampire who had clearly had some fresh blood judging by the way her eyes were blown wide, I braced myself on the wooden edge of the booth that Thor was sat in and stepped around to stand beside the table.

Thor sat in the middle of the booth, much like he had been that first night, only this time there was a woman with strange markings stenciled around her eyes sat to his left who seemed to want to be anywhere but there and Tony wasn't in sight.

Beside her was a red-haired woman who was clinging onto the newcomer, one of her hands hidden under the table more than likely attempting to rise some kind of reaction to her conquest for that night, who definitely seemed more infatuated with the bottle in her hand.

To Thor's right sat Loki, who hadn't noticed me until Thor turned his attention to me and smiled widely, greeting me with a call of my name.

"Fancy seeing you here, it's been a while," he yelled over the music before gesturing to the free seats, "come and join us!"

At the sound of Thor's greeting, Loki finally looked up from the brunette who was splayed across his lap, his eyes widened in surprise and his mouth falling open in what I would deem as shock as my name also passed his lips.

I shook my head and glanced over the female straddling his lap, one of her hands delving into the unbuttoned shirt he was wearing.

"You know," I called over the too loud, thumping tunes blaring from the speakers, "if you didn't mean what you said in your room, you could have told me."

"No," Loki protested, pushing the other woman away kind of harshly, "this isn't what you think."

"Isn't it? Because it certainly looks like you may have played me," I frowned and stepped back from the table.

"It's not, let me explain."

"Just forget it, Loki, I was stupid for coming here."

From the corner of my eye I saw Loki force his way out of the booth, but my mind was already set by that point and I headed for the exit, my eyes fastened to the floor as I tried to control my breathing and fight back the tears that were starting to sting my eyes.

This was what I deserved for looking too deeply into a practical stranger's words and reading too much from the situation, getting too attached.

I had set myself up for this disappointment, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

Though whether it was from actual pain or embarrassment I wasn't sure.

The slow walk home was sure to help me clear my mind, if I could just stop hearing his voice calling after me.