How it could have been - Vampire Boy

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He stood there, right in front of the club. His black hair as dark as the night, but shining in every color because of the dancing lights. As soon as she looked at him she knew she was a goner. His tall figure casually leaned against the wall as if there wasn't -10 degrees outside. He was wearing only black. Black pants, a black shirt under a black vest and black leather shoes. His black earring was blinking in her direction like an invitation. She was freezing in the entrance line waiting to get in, getting more impatient by the second. He turned around, leaving to climb down the stairs to get inside again. She knew she should have been more observant as the people in front of her grew fewer, but she could only stare in the darkness behind him.

Finally it was her turn to get in, her friends being impatient as well but for other reasons. When they got down the stairs, meeting the hot air, people were standing everywhere. Dancing, drinking, talking. The chances of seeing who she had secretly named 'Vampire boy' were getting tiny. After putting away their jackets, she and her friends headed towards the bar, when her breath hitched. There he was. Talking to one of his friends while waiting for his drink. It was even more thrilling to look at him from nearby. His lips were in a deep tone of red while his eyes were as dark as his hair and his skin as white as hers. She couldn't look away, even if she had wanted to, when he turned his head looking her straight in the eye. A small smirk appeared on his lips like he knew exactly that she had been staring the whole time. Embarrassment flooded through her body making her look away, blushing. One of her friends suggested to get some drinks and everyone agreed.

She was standing behind her friends, waiting to get what she ordered, when she felt someone bump against her, making her lose balance. The floor was getting dangerously close until a pair of hands grabbed her waist, keeping her from falling. Her back was pressed against someone's chest and while taking a surprised gasp she instantly knew whose it was. He smelled like midnight and cherries and it made her head spin even more.

"Are you okay?", a deep voice asked right next to her ear. She turned around and his hands left her waist, keeping her left arm instead, as to make sure she wouldn't lose her balance again. "Yes I'm fine. Thank you." she said breathlessly, her face right in front of his.

"Maybe you should come with me. We have a lounge upstairs. It's less dangerous than getting run over down here."
He was being nice and kind of funny, but she could hear in his voice that this was so much more than a simple invitation. She was truly paralyzed by the way he looked at her until she saw the question in his face. Turning around, her friends were already looking at her, throwing smiles and thumbs ups. The next moment he took her hand, guiding her through the people and up the stairs. His movements were soft but strong, he never once had to stop his steps and the way his hand wrapped around hers felt just safe.

Upstairs she found herself in front of a big chilling area with sofas and tables. The music from the dancing area was still loud and present, because there was no window in between, but there weren't as many people. She could tell he was heading to a side table further away where some of his friends and another girl were already waiting. All of them had dark, black hair and the girl looked really beautiful with her painted eyes and tinted lips. She knew she wouldn't fit in. Her eyes were too blue and her hair was too bright, something even her black dress and black tights couldn't change. But when he positioned her between himself and the other girl, someone handed her a drink and she forgot the thoughts she had before. The liquid had a reddish brown color and tasted bitter at first but then some kind of sweetness was pushing through. It was just the kind of taste she imagined his lips to be and when she looked at him, he was already staring at hers. She put a strain of loose hair behind her ear, shyly looking away because of the intensity of the moment. She felt his hand under her chin turning it back his way.