Poseidon

i.


The universality of the formula of desire applied to them as well, Shiki pondered, a notion reflected in the dim lighting of the bar and a glass of Poland's most potent. It lay cool in his grasp.

Alcohol. Curious, smoldering gazes. The sultry croon of a singer. What a curious feeling. The overwhelming odor of vodka and flea market perfume contorted his handsome nose into a wrinkled appendage that would have been unbecoming on another person. Bringing the glass to his lips, Shiki swallowed leisurely, the liquor an unfamiliar blaze alight in his mouth and throat. Its flames tickled and pierced him all at once.

What a curious feeling, he reiterated. Curious, but not quite there—not quite blood.

"Hey sexy," the woman who had been eyeing him three stools away exhaled her beer breath into his ear. He furrowed his eyebrows. Her proximity was irritating, certainly, but in more ways than the visible. "I'd buy yoouu som'more of that if you dance with me…"

Some more of…? He frowned into his glass. Vodka was not satisfying enough, as the others had insisted, to warrant a second helping. A foggy image of Pocky sticks emerged in his mind.

"No…thanks." Shiki declined as politely as he could manage. He blinked at the unusually slow rate of articulation he possessed. Perhaps Aido's words did have some merit within them, after all…

The woman giggled shrilly. "Oh darlin'."

Her repulsive breath and brazen groping were not the only things that seasoned his testy mood. Not, certainly, when the rapid throbbing of her blood vessels wove through his thoughts like a tantalizing melody, a nymph's song. "No, thank you," he repeated, this time faster, and jerked his ear away from her chapped lips.

"Party pooper!" she pouted, but sidled away obediently.

Shiki rose from his stool and stepped briskly—as briskly as an intoxicated vampire could—away from the place. He needed to clear his nose from the smells of cheap perfume and the luscious scents that lay beneath them. His fangs had already emerged. Narrowing his eyes, he fumbled around his pockets for his mobile phone. Damned thing always seemed to lose itself when he needed it the most.

With immense displeasure, he realized that it was back in the bar. And that tramp who had pinched it from him would pay, whether she liked it or not.


Ah, there she was.

Shiki slid into the shadows and wove a path of silence and bestial intentions. He ceased movement two meters away from the girl, observing as she played with golden hair in one hand and toyed with his mobile phone in the other.

What insolence.

Oh, she dialed a number. "Hellooo," she giggled, an obnoxious chord that plucked at his nerves. "Is this Riiimaa? Yes…you must be vehwwy special to Senri-baby…'cause you're the ooonly chick he has in phone book! Ooh, language dearie…who am I?" A smirk surfaced from the corners of her mouth. "I'm his—"—violent hiccup—"secret lover!"

"That's enough!" Shiki hissed, snatching the device from her hands, his sharp nails tearing into her skin. She let loose a cry of pain and astonishment, eyes following the path of scarlet liquid.

"Now look what you've done!" The woman shrieked at him. But her cries ceased the instant she gazed into his eyes; they were a feral hue of red, a far cry from the sultry silver shade that had resided moments ago.

"No," he growled and bared his fangs. "Now look what you've done."


Part I/II DONE.

Yeah his cellphone was forgotten. No of course it wasn't. That's why there's a part II. D:

Uh…possible smut in next chapter?

This was just a writing practice so I, uh, can improve?

See ya guys :D