~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Cairo~
I had to get out of the bunker and go anywhere where I could be at peace, being at home with those two was beginning to become uncomfortable and suffocating, I just had to get out and be on my own for a while.
So I have decided to scope out one of the vampire bars around in the area, I am sitting on a bar stool nursing a warm glass of O neg in Josephine's, which is the type of bar that likes to entertain mundanes by pretending to be vampires- how humorous, vampires pretending to be mundanes pretending to be vampires.
What has this world come to?
Why are mundanes so drawn to us?
I wish I knew, I really do.
I'm just glad I didn't choose to go to Fangtasia, now that is a bar that really takes the piss when it comes to us undead, it's all the way in America- Shreveport to be precise, I loved living there and the vampires that owned the place were older than me and loved watching the mundanes practically throw themselves at the vampires that went there, they reveled in the desperation that came off of the mundies.
"Hey handsome, come here by yourself tonight?"
I turn to see a woman in her mid 30s- I'm guessing as I have really got lost of just how old mundanes are these days, she's wearing the type of dress that hugs her every curve, I can also guess that she thinks she looks good in it but it's doing nothing for me, she rests her manicured hand on my shoulder, moving closer to invade my personal space.
"Not much of a talker, huh?"
My face is as closed to any emotion that I might have felt if I were alive, I just give her a blank look, ignoring her I pick up my glass and take a swig from it, but she persists even though every little thing that is coming off of me is practically screaming 'I'm not interested'.
A typical fangbanger.
A man or woman who follows the undead around until they finally get fucked by them, but in most cases they usually get killed in the process.
She moves her head to the side, almost offering it to me in which I take a little look at exactly what is on offer, all I see is a poorly done tattoo of two pin pricks of a vampires fangs with two trails of blood beneath them on her jugular.
"Anything you see that you like, mister?"
"Not particularly, no."
She turns to me again so that I can see her face, it is not massively pretty, probably just average with a massive amount of make up on which is more than likely ruining her chances of getting laid tonight, she pouts at me with a fake frown that really is not making me interested at all.
"Are you sure?"
Is this what 'modern' vampires like these days? Desperate and easy mundanes at their feet, worshipping them whenever they want?
