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The old vampire glanced around the bar looking for his next victim. Well, victim wasn't quite the word. While they often did die, in those final moments they had the most pleasurable moments of their sad lives. He figured he was being merciful, giving their pitiful lives a euphoric end rather than whatever dreadfully human one they would inevitably have. He stalked his potential prey, looking for tonight's dinner and entertainment. He used to slaughter and torture them, but he liked to think he'd evolved, or at least found new interest. A drink, a dance, a fuck, and a drain. They was much more fun than slaughter. For now, at least.
Dancing couples, singers, bartenders, and her. She was out of place there. A pretty girl, she had long hair, nothing like the style of the time. And there was just something not right about her dress. It was like she was from a different time. She was perfect. He ordered a drink and sauntered over to her. He could here her heartbeat quicken as he approached.
"Who wants to go through prohibition sober?" He asked. With a shaky hand she took the drink. He stepped closer to her. He took his hand and pinched her chin, meeting her eyes. His dilated. She was unable to look away. "Why don't you finish this drink and I'll get you another one?" She nodded and quickly sipped at the drink, draining it as the vampire beckoned for another. When she finished, he traded it out for another full one that was brought to him. Sure, he could just glamour her into submission, but he liked them alive and kicking, just without their inhibitions. It was much more fun that way.
"What's your name, angel?"
"N-Norma," she choked out. She was scared, he could tell, and he couldn't have that. Not yet.
He glamoured her again. "No need to be scared, my darling. We're going to have some fun tonight. Finish your drink, why don't you?" Without much of a choice, she tipped it back. "We're dancing?"
He grabbed her hand and led her out to the scandalous dancing.
"I don't know how," she sputtered out.
"No matter. I'll teach you." He spun her around to the music, pulling her in and pushing her out. She hardly had to do anything at all. The drinks and the glamour and the spinning had her dizzy and giggling. "It's easy, see?" He pulled her so she was very close to him.
"Are you happy?" She asked suddenly, looking up at him.
Caught off guard by the question, he really looked down at her, her features reminding him of someone long since forgotten.
"I'm gay as ever," he responded, twisting her out again. He kept this up until she was so dizzy and drunk that she was right under his thumb. He glanced then at the man tending bar and winked. The man nodded and the vampire, still spinning the girl, moved back slowly until they we in a back room, the door locked. She was so dizzy and giggly she didn't even notice. Just what he wanted. He pulled her close and held her there with a firm grip. He whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make us both very, very happy."
The girl shocked back into reality, bloody pumping with fear and eyes widening. She tried pushing back from him.
"Please. Please don't-"
"Don't worry, darling. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt," he told her and grinned. In his mouth hung two fangs. The girl panicked, but didn't scream. She wasn't even surprised. Scared as hall hell, but not shocked. The vampire didn't take much notice. "I used to relish in bringing pain with my bite. But here's a secret..." He leaned to her ear. "It only hurts if you want it to." Spun her and backed her into a corner, picking her up by her bottom and placing her on a whiskey barrel. He placed his hands over her thighs, trapping her there. "Or if I want it to. And I don't want it to hurt, and you don't want it to hurt. Truth be told I can make your last moments the most pleasurable and euphoric moments in the world. All for a very small price." He leaned in and smelled her neck.
"Please. I know how this is going to end."
The vampire rolled his eyes and looked into hers. They were maddeningly blue, with a ring of brown around the iris. They were somehow familiar, but he had seen a million eyes. "What did I tell you about being scared, angel? You are going to be so much happier when you give in."
He pulled away and looked at her body, down to where his hands met her thighs. "The femoral artery has the best bloodflow," he said as he lifted the skirt of her dress up and began to massage her skin. "Euphoria for your life. Seems like a good deal to me. Thank you, Norma."
He sank his fangs into her and she couldn't help but moan. As she lost blood she became dizzy. He let his fingers dance against her skin as he drank from her.
As he was feeding, his ear picked up a sound. A Raid. The authorities were closing in, and the last thing he needed was to be drawing attention to himself.
He thought about bringing the girl with him, thinking she would make a nice little pet for a while. He could even share with Eric-it has been a bit since they shared one. But he eventually decided against it, retracting his fangs and rushing out, leaving the pretty girl to die on her own.