Vampires of Our Lives
A/N: An idea that came to me and was written in one afternoon. I truly hope it doesn't suck royally. Oh and I own ziltch as usual….
Chapter 1
Matt Donovan was in a state that he had never been in before in his entire life – that was, rip-roaring, falling-down drunk. He leaned against the bar in the club that his friend Roger had dragged him to, blinking at the blur that was the bartender. That lovely woman who served him all of those nice drinks. Mmm, he was feeling pleasantly dizzy, his head spinning.
Was this what it was like when you drank alcohol? If so he could understand why his mother drank a lot. It was really nice. Maybe he'd order another of those wonderful drinks… Hmm, his tongue didn't seem to be working right. He'd have to get Roger to order for him. Now where had his friend gone? He was around here somewhere – maybe that blur over there?
Most likely he was wherever a pretty girl happened to be. Matt had met Roger at orientation day at the college they both attended and the two had battled it out of the courts for the football team. Roger won, but Matt didn't hate him for it. Between moping over his high school girlfriends and being killed every other day at a plot device for his friends, Matt hadn't practiced one bit in the last year.
His legs felt rather rubbery, but who cared? He sighed in bliss, wavering a bit. Someone slid onto the stool next to him, and Matt squinted at the blur. But it looked too light to be Roger who had African ancestors and was very dark.
"Hi"
Matt said happily to the blur.
"Hi"
a voice said.
"Do you come here often?"
Matt considered these words. Did he come here often?
"No, This is my first time."
he said after a moment, his language precise in the way that the very drunk could sometimes be.
"Ahh. I thought I hadn't seen you around here before. I would have remembered someone so cute"
the voice purred. Cute. He was cute? Like a kitten or a puppy. Matt grinned suddenly.
"I'm cute,"
he said blissfully. A chuckle.
"Yes, you are. What's your name, sweet thing?"
"Maaaaatt"
he slurred a little.
"Well, Maaatt, I'm Jackie. I'd offer to buy you a drink but I think you may have drunk enough."
Oh, yes. Excitedly he said:
"I'd like a peppermint Schnapps."
Another laugh.
"I see. Coming right up,"
The voice spoke to the bartender, while Matt squinted again. But the blur didn't resolve itself into anything more clear. He thought that this Jackie person might have dark hair, but he couldn't be sure. Then a glass appeared near his hand, and it was close enough that he could actually see it. He made a happy sound and seized it. He gulped the lovely stuff down, then stood there grinning fatuously.
"Good,"
He said.
"I'm glad you liked it. Listen, would you like to get out of here?"
Matt scratched at his cheek a bit. Did he want to get out of here? That voice was very nice; he liked the sound of it. He just wished that he could see its owner as well. Normally he would have bolted out of the club at such a suggestion even if the voice sounded too serious to propose what he thought it proposed, but all of his inhibitions had flown out the window in his extremely inebriated state.
"Sure, Let's get out of here."
he slurred. A satisfied sound.
"Come on, then, big guy"
the voice crooned, taking his elbow and beginning to steer him along. Matt went, although if the hand had retracted he probably would have gone off in any direction at all. He was taken outside, shivering a little at the chill air. The hand herded him along to a small car, and then opened a door for him. Matt just stood there, until the voice laughed and hands urged him into the car. Then he was sitting in a comfortable leather seat, his glazed eyes staring straight ahead. He heard the engine start up, and the car roared off into the night. After an indeterminate amount of time, the vehicle stopped. Matt didn't move until the door next to him opened, and those hands pulled him out of the car.
"Here we are,"
that amazing voice said to him.
Hands steered him along again, and Matt went with them. His senses were almost completely fogged by now, and the owner of that voice could have been steering him off the edge of a high building for all he cared… Some stairs, which he found very hard to negotiate, then a door opened.. The hands urged him across one space and into another. Then they stopped him.
He was turned, then…then…a mouth closed over his! He was being kissed! Matt moaned a little, rather puzzled but liking the feel of another mouth on his. This was nice.