Delirium

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She huffed lightly at his comment, not missing the fact that he was trying to play the feminism card. If he turned out to be a soy boy she was going to be rather disappointed. He seemed like a man, but only time would tell. She smiled and nodded; she’d be there, as promised, but she had to wonder where this whole interaction was going to lead. Was he going to text or call her before then? Or was she going to be faced with another ghosting.

“Right now? Just having a drink… Wanted to check this place out, I’ve never been,” she explained, not realizing her mistake. “Don’t worry, I haven’t got a big burly jealous boyfriend that’s gonna appear and try to start a fight,” she laughed. “What about you? Checking out the competition?”

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Her phone buzzed and sure enough a text from an unknown number had just come through. She was still on the fence about this club of his, but she was also tired of just existing instead of living. Giving the place a shot wouldn’t hurt anything, right? She smiled, nodding softly as she moved to save his number, adding him to her contacts. “Well… then I guess I really have no excuse now, huh?” she tucked her phone away and sipped at her drink. “I’ll try to come by this weekend,” she promised, so long as she didn’t have a long shift beforehand.

“No, I suppose you don’t,” he replied with a grin. “But you know what they say, consent is sexy. I want you to want to come.” In more ways than one... “Then, i expect to see you there. How about right now, though? Are you drinking alone or were you going to be meeting someone later?” A dangerous question for a lone woman to be asked, especially at night. Hopefully, she wouldn’t catch on and would answer truthfully.

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“That so?” she smiled, color rising to her cheeks. “I suppose I’ll have to give it a shot then… so long as the usual crowd doesn’t mind a regular person breathing their air,” she teased. Did she even own anything nice enough to not stand out in his club? Maybe. She’d have to dig deep into her closet probably as she thought she recalled owning a little black dress that she’d never gotten the chance to wear.

“You there every night?” she asked, her blush darkening ever so slightly.

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Whatever she had intended to say was lost in another frustrated grumble. Gemina did her best to move towards where he pointed as the floor beneath her curved and swayed. With far more effort than should ever be needed, she found herself falling through the door of his office and collapsing into the nearest chair. The only blessing of the situation was that she hadn’t been able to consume much prior to the meeting meaning that she couldn’t simply regurgitate it back onto the ground. With her head hanging back on the comfortable chair, she gripped its arms to try and steady herself. “Bastard..” The word managed to find its way out of her throat before she spat the next sentence with slow, deliberate venom. “He stole the keys to my shop..” 

Vincent reached for his personal decanter of whisky that he kept in his office, and poured himself a glass. And after a moment’s consideration, he poured two fingers into a second glass for his guest. “Take this to calm your nerves a bit,” he said, handing her the glass. “Just don’t chug it like you’re at a frat party. That’s top shelf stuff.”

Moving around to the other side of the desk, he settled into his chair and gave her another glance. “Now, this bastard you mentioned. Who is he, and why do you think he’d steal the the keys to your shop?”

There was the briefest moment of hesitation before she took his card, her expression pleasant. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of his interest in her. She supposed she should be flattered, other women certainly would be, but she was that odd duck that was trying to figure out why he’d pay her any mind. The club was full of women far prettier than her.

She looked at the card for a moment before meeting his gaze, a huff of amusement escaping her. “Think men have always had the reputation of being a little barbaric,” she shrugged, pulling her phone out.

It wasn’t like her to give anyone hitting on her a chance, but it was hard to ignore the fact that as she was getting older she was getting lonely. All her friends were either in serious relationships or married, ready to start families. Meanwhile, Melody was just existing in her own little world with her cats.

She was on her way to becoming a crazy cat lady.

Deciding not to let herself pull her usual stunts she called the number on his card, flipping her phone around to show him. “There. Now you’ve got my number too,” she smiled.

Vincent feigned surprise when the number was handed over with ease, and had to hide his triumphant smirk behind a much friendlier smile. The good guy act always slayed the ladies, especially the naive or desperatley lonely ones who had dealt with way too many assholes. Taking out his phone,he swiftly cancelled the call and sliped his phone back into his pocket. “Well, if nothing else, I got a goregeous woman’s number tonight. And you really should check out my club.” With a flirty grin he added, “You might even find your name on the guest list.”

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Sophia took him to his last heartbeat, her grip holding him upright with a strength that should not have belonged to a woman of her height and stature. He’d long since slumped over against her with the pleasure of her bite– and, perhaps Vincent’s too– and certainly the blood loss. 

A single trail seeped from the corner of her lips in a trademark sort of vampirish gleam of crimson against her pale flesh. Lips parted, she let out a shiver as she dropped the body to the ground. Warmth flooded under her cheeks, sated that craving in her chest in a way nothing else could. 

She brought her thumb to the corner of her lips to clean the trace of the feed, turning her attention to Vincent as he spoke. Her lips quirked in a smirk at his last comment. 

“Please. I’m sure you say that to all the girls you interrupt mid-hunt,” she replied, letting her hand drop back to her side and waving for him to follow her. The less time spent with the body, the better. “What brings you out tonight?” 

Vincent was seemingly transfixed on her, watching her conduct herself after a feed. It was different for every vampire, and even a private affair for some. He did follow, too, wiping his own mouth clean on the way, with his handkerchief. Never one to get his hands dirty if he could help it.

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Delirium. 

The name floated around in her head with a haunting sense of familiarity until it fell into place. Were she not as angry and confused as she was, she might have laughed at the irony of the establishment’s name given her state at the moment. Her fingers loosened on his jacket very slowly before she finally let him go, even if it was only to find comfort in hugging onto herself.

“A meeting.” The blonde said while looking away and squeezing her eyes shut. “I was with an old colleague, we were discussing-..” Her voice trailed off and looked back at her unfortunate company as she trailed a hand into her pocket. The keys to her kingdom were missing. Whipping her head around to look behind her was the wrong idea and it made her stumble, a move that drew another frustrated growl from the woman fighting the effects of whatever her friend had spiked her with. “Fuck.”

Vincent had been watching her closely, eyes narrowed and filled with burning curiosity. “You were discussing fuck?” He knew full well that was not what she had meant, but it was amusing to pretend he’d taken it that way. Slowly, he rose his hands in a peaceful gesture. As he spoke, he chose his words carefully and tried to keep his tone clear and steady. “Whatever has happened, I can assure I didn’t do anything to you, nor do i know who did So, why don’t you take a minute to calm down, and perhaps try and explain a little more carefully.” He slowly outstrtched one arm, poiting past her towards where his office was. “Or we could move this to my office? A lot less busy in there.”

Wasn’t much of a choice. Do what I say or die. But Fi has already made her choice the other night. She chose to live, the memory of it leaves a bitter aftertaste, but she chose life. Begged him for it, this simply was her price. She’d drank his blood and never felt so alive, so powerful. She was hollow now an empty shell, it was hard to concentrate on anything else other than her stomach. “I’ll behave.” She eventually murmurs to her hands tears of frustration welling in her eyes, she can’t do anything else. “I need something to eat.”

Had it been her usual feeding methods, the ones without a bounty on her chosen victim’s head, she would have refused. The risk of letting another vampire whose own feeding habits she was unfamiliar with take from someone she had no intention of seeing dead by the end of the night was not something she ever entertained. But in this case… 

Her lips parted a moment, the points of her canines glinting in the dim light of the alley. She held up a finger behind the man’s back as if to say “one moment”, taking the opportunity with his neck so close to her level to turn her head and sink her fangs deep into his flesh. Her fingers curled in the back of his hair as she held him steady, and she did not move from her place against the wall even as the control of the situation shifted to her favor. She waited for the pleasured gasp that signified her venom was doing its work before she gave Vincent a come hither motion with the hand that had rested at the human’s shoulder when she struck.

A curious expression graced Vincent’s lips as he watched her, just waiting for her permission to join. There was some beauty in her as she fed, something about it that had Vincent craving something more carnal than sharing a meal. But it would be a good start.

Stepping up, Vincent flashed his fangs and sunk his teeth into the flesh of the  other side of the blood bag’s neck and drank deep, only pulling back once he’d had his fill. A sigh of satisaction left his lips as he wiped his mouth. “I’m not ususally one for sloppy seconds but he looked far too scrumptious to pass up.” Looking Sophia up and down, he flashed a shamelessly flirtatious grin. “And so do you.”