Barney Stinson loves his life. Boobs, suits and scotch. But one day, just an ordinary day, he found himself loving it just that bit less.
He didn't feel like McLaren's, tonight, but he'd go. He'd put on a fake smile and hit mindlessly on hot women. It's just what he did.
Barney paid the cab driver and made his way to the doors. He swore he heard a noise coming from the alleyway and went to check it out. Dustbins clattered followed by a slight moan. Smirking to himself, Barney stepped forwards to catch them in the act. 'Sounds like someone's getting lucky.'
'Hey,' he called, challengingly. A man turned to face him but there was something wrong with his face, Barney's smile dropped. He couldn't see properly but It looked like he was forcing himself on the girl; she cried in the corner. If he played this right, he could totally score some but on the other hand he didn't want to get into a fight. The guy told him to back away but then stepped closer to him. Barney noticed the blood down his shirt and even in the darkness he could see it glistening on the whimpering girl. With the guy's hands around his neck, Barney began to try to reason himself out of a fight. Realising this guy was clearly too strong, he gave up. His face was barely human; it was horrible.
'Potential,' Barney thought he heard the guy-creature say, and then something strange happened. He dropped Barney on his feet but he was unable to move. With something sharp piercing his neck; Barney's consciousness slipped away. Wait a second, was his last thought, was this guy biting him?
When his eyes finally opened, Barney felt a buzz of electricity pulsing through him. His body tingled all over. Grinning, he morphed his face between demon and human, the truth and the disguise; Barney had never felt better even knowing what he was. What he was; he was dead; he was a vampire. He was brilliant.
It would be dawn soon and he needed someone to eat, Barney couldn't wait to sink his teeth into soft human flesh. With his sire gone, Barney guessed it was all down to him, every last drop. He'd always been a lone wolf – except when Ted needed a wingman. He was so going to change Ted.
Pushing himself stiffly up from the ground, Barney tweaked his tie and brushed his now suit crinkled suit. Thinking about it, Barney had always been great with the ladies, why should now be any different? Maybe he'd get a cool un-dead nickname? That would be Legend… wait for it… dary!
From the beginning turn of the ally, Barney heard light pounding on the ground. 'Guess he didn't have look far from his first meal. Laughing to himself, he skulked into the shadow.
'Lilly?' She stood facing him, a serious and devilish smile painted on her face, as if saying 'I've missed this'. Yum. Her blood smelled good to Barney. It smelled magic.
'I'm sorry.' She said sadly, losing her smile, pulling a thing wooden steak from out of her long black boot. 'I'm really sorry, Barney…' Lilly charged.
'What?'