"Beer please." a man said to me, I gave him one. Wait this guy is familiar. Oh yeah, he was my friend, or... My acquaintance... Or just my classmate back in college.
I was surprised when he drink the beer in a matter of seconds. I was fixing the bottles when he started talking to me. "My boyfriend broke up with me!" he said and started laughing, which kind of scared me.
I keep an eye on him, because something might happen to him, then he ask for another bottle. Of course I gave him one. I just hope that this guy would pay for it.
I got busy because there's a lot of orders, he was quiet, staring in space, drinking his beer.
After a while I was done and clean my hands. I almost had a heart attack when he shouted asking me. "Did you know why he broke up with me!?"
I stare at him like he grew two heads. Then again he started laughing, I turned my back placing the towel on top of the table and I heard cries.
I look back at him, I saw tears streaming down his face, he was wiping his face with the back of his hands but he didn't stop crying. I am kind of worried, but I shrugged it off. Just a normal break up, there's a lot of customers like him.
I went to the bathroom, when I got back I saw him sleeping. I walk towards him, and tap his shoulders, I guess he isn't waking up anytime soon. But he stir a little, so I put his arm around my shoulder, helping myself carry him.
He was mumbling, I am not suprised. But what shocked me is that he grab my shirt and kissed me!
What the hell? I was frozen, but then he stopped, and he look down. He put his hands on his mouth. Oh no!
It was too late, I didn't get the chance to move away immediately, he vomited on my shirt and pass out. I don't know if I should be worried or mad.
"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me.
"Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure.
"With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his.
Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered.
As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath.
Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree.
Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell.
I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood!
He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...