First, here's that super late Steca series that I promised user pitchslapped on Tumblr that suggested it to me. SORRY D:
Second, Vampire AUs are fucking amazing and I love them, especially a vampire Beca ;) I've been watching TrueBlood (Some things a like) so it inspired me even more to write this and get it out.
Third, instead of a one shot, I made this a four part series!
I hope you guys like this and any feedback or reviews would be greatly appreciated. I'll still take prompts so keep them coming :)
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Loving The Dead: Part 1
Stacie loves her job. Always has. Working in a small town bar in Baton Rouge Louisiana was something her mom did before she received the opportunity to work at a better paying job; even though she got loads of tips from the scummiest men whose eyes for majority of the time where either on her ass or on her boobs. Still, the money got her and Stacie by. Stacie's sperm donor-as she calls him, left before she even got the chance to meet him; not that she wanted to be associated with the bastard anyways. Stories her mom told her made it seem like he was a no good pig who only wanted beer, sex and money. Yeah, definitely not the typical "father type" material some kids are blessed with.
As Stacie's mom retired her position as main bartender at Louie's, a country bar, Stacie took over her duties once she was the age to ten alcohol;as well as drink it. This was roughly around the time she graduated college as was just a small job to get her by until she was able to find something more, stabilizing. Making alcoholic drinks were fun for the most part. Some days were better than others when she wouldn't be bombarded with cat calls but overall, she enjoyed her job.
"Tonight's crazy packed." Chloe pants, wiping off some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and sets down a tray of food she brought back from one of her booths.
Chloe Beale was one of Stacie's best friends. Originally, Chloe was from Nashville Tennessee but moved to Louisiana when her dad got a job down here. They were inseparable at the early age of seven and since then, and through all the tortuous years of school, they both landed a job at Louie's. Chloe never considered-nor saw herself as a waitress but, she also didn't see herself as an exotic dancer either but that still happened for a year of her life.
She wasn't proud of that dark era of her life but she wasn't ashamed of it either. It was just something she chose not to look back on and the horrid memories that came with it.
"Hot tamale!" An old guy sitting at a booth hollers to where Chloe is standing at the bar with a slur in his voice and mixed with a god awful smoker's cough. Stacie could've thought he was bout to hack up a lung. "Daddy is in need for nother' beer or two. You're welcome to join me if yah please pretty gal."
Chloe scoffs and Stacie feels her legs go numb, (not in the good way either) as they watch the creepy old man slop a disgusting smirk onto his face, one that practically makes the bile rise from her stomach.
"Ew." Stacie's watches the man over Chloe's shoulder, getting the exact feeling deep in her gut . "You need me to call Luke? That guy has red neck, rapist written all over his stained plaid shirt and ripped up cowboy hat." She strides over to the bar fridge and pulls out two bud lights, handing them over to the redhead who grabs them before dropping her food tray.
"No I'm good. I might not be pretty intimidating with my irresistible charm and down to earth personality but for one, I can kick a perv's ass if needed to." Chloe lifts her head proudly, blowing on her knuckles and walking back over to where her customer was sitting. "Pray for me." She throws over her shoulder with her fingers crossed.
Watching the redhead walk away with a wave, Stacie laughs to herself and gets back to work. She made sure to put her phone in near reach with Luke's number on speed dial just in case. You never know with the men down here in classy Baton Rouge.
Tonight was pretty packed for being a Thursday night. Usually, the bar would only fill to full capacity on the weekends and occasionally, the week day holidays. Tonight though, there was no time for breaks as more and more people flooded through the swinging doors.
The jukebox was booming with today's old rock and roll and the occasional hillbilly country as Stacie began being swarmed with drink orders as she makes her millionth it seemed like for night. Whether it was a margarita, beer or a beam and seven, Stacie knew the ropes and hints to making the perfect beverage for her fellow customers.
Chloe's comes by a little later, hair a little frazzled, along with her face being flushed due to the back and forth running she has to do when retrieving food orders while Stacie continues to make some drinks behind the table.
"Tonight's turnout is insane." Her voice is out of breath when she leans her forearms on top of the empty space of the table with her forehead following almost immediately.
Stacie snickers at her friend, seeing that Chloe is at maximum exhaustion and even spilled a few food orders on her work tank. The girl was hands down the most hardworking when it came to waiting and she envies Chloe's determination to get tasks done when handed them.
"Why do you think it's so busy?" Stacie smoothly pops open a beer lid on the side of the table, wiping off the extra foam oozing from the newly opened area and hands it to the guy who gave the order.
She totally ignores the whistles from the guy who has ordered the beer and disregarded the fact that he was checking her out the emigre time she was making him his drink. This respect seriously should phase Stacie but she has been bartending for so long that if she clocks in for work and doesn't receive one repulsive comment from an old man that has their eyes on her ties for majority of the time THEN there's something to be concerned about.
She also can't help the fact that Luke's dress code is borderline Hooters and is basically screaming "wanted" for gross compliments from men. She might as well work at a strip club with the length of her daisy dukes.
"Rumor is that there are some vamps in town," Chloe mumbles into the table with her head face down, resting on top of her arms.
Stacie stops all movements and thinks that she misheard Chloe. "What did you say?" she repeats for clarification.
Lifting her head up from her arms so she is faced with a intrigued Stacie standing with a bottle of Smirnoff in one hand and her mouth cracked open, "table four with the old man and his wife-" Chloe says, nodding her head off in the direction where the two guests she described are sitting and Stacie following her line of sight, "kinda weird looking I know." And Stacie agrees with Chloe because weird was an understatement. These people looked as if they came from the twentieth century of weirdos. "But they're I guess vamp hunters or whatever. They traveled all the way down here after some rumors spread to Kansas that Louisiana was about to receive their very first encounter with the vampires themselves."
Stacie knew all about these creatures or so, people? She really doesn't know what category they fall under. Which box they would check for a standardized test. But anyways, she remembers stories her mom would read to her as a child, some would be stories that would make Stacie want to become a vampire-probably because of the reason these people were able to turn into bats or so they think and some, would scare her into sleeping after she had been caught watching tv in her room specifically after her mom put her to bed.
The story roughly went along the lines that once past midnight, people, people just like Stacie and her mom but with razor sharp fangs, bloodshot eyes and pale as a ghost, would roam the streets of Baton Rouge in search for children's blood after being locked in coffins all day to avoid the beaming rays of light brought by the sun. They would be starving, to the point where their venomous saliva would ooze from the corners of their lips when greeted with a misbehaved child whose heart was throbbing against their ribcages and blood was flowing through the veins in their bodies.
And though they were in search for such rich blood, the vampires could not touch a child if they were sleeping-as stupid as that sounds now that Stacie thinks about it. Man, she was gullible as a child because after hearing the story once, never again did she stay awake past ten.
Other stories, these more recent, have been from professors at school or news anchors on the television, claiming the significance of a vampire's for a human would be enough to sum it up, as scientists say. Many people believe this to be an urban legend as only hearing a story about a guy down in Buffalo who was encountered by a vampire up close and personal and was able to defeat the monster with his bare hands.
Researchers followed up on this story, following this guy's daily life after witnessing him drinking the blood of the vampire and noted the physical and mental effects on his body that changed drastically. His new abilities revolved around super strength, his alertness was at an all time high and his physical looks bloomed. People think of him as Godly now, wanting to find a vampire themselves as they as well can be just as powerful.
Stacie thinks he just snorted a lot of cocaine and shot up a shit ton of roids.
It's not that she doesn't want to believe that vampires , and she never told anyone about this before, not even Chloe or her mom but, a couple years ago, after walking back from some night classes, she could've sworn that she was being followed.
And not by some creepy rapist she had to be on the look out every time she left the house but something more….supernatural. The feeling she got was different than one she'd get from some random guy following her through the alleyways at night. Of course, she was still terrified, god she was scared shitless and the feeling she received sent chills down her spine, especially when she would turn around and only see a shadow with no one there, but this unknown presence made her feel safe in a way. Like they were protecting her as fucked up as that sounds.
Since then, she doesn't deny any myths and keeps her beliefs to herself.
"The last time we were expected a vampire, all we got was a tweaked out teenager on bath salts after attending a rave in the city." Stacie laughs, rolling her eyes at the feeling of the false hope she had during that night when she met the eyes of not a vampire, but a drugged out, stupid teenage boy. "Do you really believe all this talk?"
"Of course I do!" Offended, Chloe scoffs, grabbing her chest from dramatic effect. "I would give my right arm just to be in the same room as a vampire, God blood or not. I've heard that their sex drive is insane." Chloe wags her eyebrows up and down, a little too seductive if you were to ask Stacie.
She also can't help and stop her mind from imagining the thoughts of possibly having sex with a vampire and sending throbs of heat punches straight into her gut. For being alive for so long, she can't help but think of how experienced they would be.
"You know I'm all up for sex talks with you but really, a vampire?" She finally jokes, popping another beer on the counter but this time, handing it over to Chloe. What harm could be done with one break beer? "They're dead. Heartless also. It would be like fucking a corpse."
Taking the beer from Stacie's hands and mouthing a quick 'thank you,' she tilts the bottle up to her lips, allowing the cold liquid to stream down her throat. She releases a satisfied gasp when the chill of the liquid hits her chest and she continues again.
"A sexy corpse Stace. How people describe their encounter with a vampire is like describing a Hollister and a Victoria's Secret model times infinity but also, more pale." Stacie shakes her head.
She should've known that it would be Chloe who would google all this nonsense about vampires, not being educated by the right source. She sorta wishes that she'd be able to meet a vampire after all these years of false hope and ask all the typical myths associated with being a vampire. Like seriously, garlic? Human or not human, garlic could kill and melt one's insides to almost anybody who is in a five foot radius.
"Working hard or hardly working?" A voice sneaks up behind the girls before Stacie can respond to Chloe's theory and they are greeted by their boss.
"Working hard of course." Chloe responds, turning her head towards Stacie for back up. Nodding slowly at Chloe's signal, she gets back to taking orders. "I know it might look different from what you have seen in England Luke but this-" Chloe motions her hand between Stacie and her, picking up her beer and raising it to his eye level so he could get a good look. "-deserves a raise or something."
Luke blurts out a laugh, one that makes Stacie appreciative that his is so cool with them messing around on the job for a bit without going all 'douche bag' bossman on them. Luke has always been a good friend to Stacie, as well as Chloe. It was actually Stacie's mom to hire him when he moved to America and was jobless and poor. He started out as a waiter, similar to Chloe but when Stacie declined the head position of Louie's- always hating the thought of being in charge, especially if it comes to people- Luke was up running for backup for manager.
"You're lucky you guys bring in most of my customers and basically build the bar's architecture with your tips." Luke snatches the beer from Chloe's grip, taking his own drink as well as the bottle and Chloe watches the entire motion in slow motion. "But waiters, don't drink on the job. Can't have you droppin' food all over customers can we now?" A wink is followed by another drink and Chloe pretty much whines when the beer in finished.
"You know damn right Luke that one beer won't even phase me. Do we have to go shot for shot again just so I can remind you?" Stacie snickers at Chloe's comment. A day she will never forget, no matter how hard she tries is the day Luke decided to grow a pair of macho man balls and claim he could handle more liquor than Chloe could.
Specifically, Stacie told him that Chloe has a liver made of titanium, (what she loves to say) and that there is no possible way for him to make it out alive going shot for shot with the redhead. Turned out though, he learned that the hard way when she had to carry his passed out ass home and find his missing tooth that he somehow knocked out during the night.
Oh what fun that was.
"Very funny." Luke coughs up his best fake laugh, tossing the empty bottle in the trashcan next to him. "Do I have to remind you who signs the paychecks?"
And with a lingering wink that sticks to Chloe, knowing that she lost this battle, she grabs her tray ready to serve more tables.
Luke watches Chloe's pride deflate and briefly pats him on the back for his comeback. Mentally, that is. He hops over the bar's table, washes his hands and starts taking drink orders on the other side of Stacie due to the business of the bar.
"What were you two talking about anyways?" Luke asks, pouring a line of shots filled with a man's and woman's best friend, tequila.
"Chloe I guess overheard some of her customers talking and I guess we are expecting some vamps sometime tonight."
"Really now?" Luke cocks his head, eyes wide and sorta cockeyed. "You don't believe them do you? I mean, when was the last time someone has 'ran into'-" he drops the bottle on the counter and uses his hands for air quotes, "-a vampire?"
"I don't know, Luke," Stacie responds with a sigh, not daring to look at him because if she were, he'd know right away she believes in this so called "fairytail" he refers them to. "We can't be the only living thing on earth. There has to be something other than humans here on this planet."
"Guys!" Chloe reappears before Luke has the chance to say something and Stacie to continue. She managed to somehow lose her tray and by the look of pure shock or amazement or whatever made her eyes ten times their size, gave Stacie a hunch that the redhead didn't give two shits. "Guess what?!"
A pinch of hope or excitement tugs at the corners of Stacie's mouth and she couldn't help but think what Chloe was about to say is vampire related. What can she say, learning about those bloodsuckers was her guilty pleasure and the thought of meeting one up close practically made her heart skip a beat.
Maybe a few.
"What? Did you see one?" Stacie manages to hide her excitement as she bites the insides of her cheeks to prevent her face splitting grin to show.
The look Chloe gives is a look a puppy would give when its owner was leaving him. Confusingly adorable. "See what?"
Was Stacie speaking French? "A v-vampire?" Stacie reminds. Did she seriously already forget?
A spark lights up in those icy blue eyes that Chloe has magically been gifted and Stacie feels that same feeling through her veins. "No-" Then the feeling was gone. So much for vampires. "-the hottest and I mean the hottest girl just sat in my section." Chloe turns her head over to her section and Stacie and Luke followed.
There, sitting alone and looking at the menu in front of her was a girl, roughly around the same age as them with golden blonde hair, skin that looked as soft as silk but as pale as milk and bright emerald eyes. She was wearing a contrastingly bright yellow sundress that amplified the paleness of her skin and highlighted her eyes, making them pop under the bar's lights.
Stacie's eyes spoke for her lack of words as they admired the frame of this unknown blonde up and down, envying how one female could possibly look this good. She basically looked photoshopped and even to the point where Stacie had to blink several times to make sure her eyes weren't hallucinating and this model like girl sitting at the table behind the haziness of cigarette smoke was actually there and not Stacie's imagination.
"Wow." She finally is able to let out and Luke hums in agreeance, both their eyes still glued to this blonde.
"I know right? Have you ever seen her before?" Chloe questions, knowing that all Louie's customers were originals and hardly ever did they meet someone new.
"Nope." Stacie is positive she'd remember if she met someone as jaw dropping as this girl.
She starts to wonder if this girl isn't from around here. Maybe she is a tourist and is seeing family or something. She begins to think of other reasons why she hasn't seen this girl before until those emerald green eyes are staring directly back into her's-as if the blonde knew Stacie was staring. Her facial expression was blank, emotionless and that alone gave Stacie an eerie chill up her spine.
There was at least a good length away from each other, enough to not be able to hear what one another was saying plus, the music was loud and the people around them were yelling nonsense so how did she know? She could of looked anywhere around the place but coincidentally landed to the bar where Stacie was.
Hastily, Stacie adverts her eyes onto something other than in the blonde's direction.
"I have to go take her order." Chloe seems to not catch the interaction between the blonde and Stacie as she snags out her phone out from her pocket and proceeds to the camera where she can look at her appearance. She fluffs her hair, recurling any last pieces and applies some lip gloss to her lips before closing the camera. "How do I look?"
"Like a waitress that spilled some hamburger grease all over her shirt." Stacie playfully jokes, continuing to make some drinks but every so often steals some glances in the direction of the blonde and seeing that she is still in fact, staring motionless.
"Ha ha." Chloe gives one last flip to her hair while incorporating her best fake laugh. Feeling confident about her looks, she gives a satisfied nod. "I'm going in."
Stacie watches Chloe strut her way over to the blonde with her signature beaming smile that brings everyone on the receiving end to their knees. Her confidence is at an all time high, feeling on top of the world and nothing could stop her-that was until another guest was added to the booth and sitting directly across from the blonde. Stacie was paralyzed when she was meet with dark eyes and brown hair walking across the floor and over to the familiar looking booth. It felt as if every last breath and air that was trapped in her lungs was squeezed out, making it hard for her to catch her breath and keep her balance not to pass out. This brunette literally knocked the wind out of Stacie.
The time it took for Chloe to turn in her heels, back to where Stacie and Luke were situated was almost record breaking and the look of defeat beneath her eyes was just the icing on top.
"What's the matter Red?" Stacie knows exactly what was wrong by the newly arranged frown and steam blowing from her ears but it didn't stop her from asking.
"I need to-" taking a heavy sigh, eyes closed as she tries to compose herself, "-regain myself. Go in with another mind set."
"Yeah, the 'try to get into the blonde's dress' mindset might need some tweaking now that this girl is totally on a date.." Luke adds with an amused laugh, totally ignoring the threatening look on the redheads face as he does so.
Stacie though isn't focused on Luke and Chloe at the moment and instead, focused on a the mysterious brown haired girl who sat down across from the blonde.
Her thoughts reel back to the conversation she had earlier with Chloe-with the vampires and how Baton Rouge would be greeted with their very first appearance of these people. The pale skin, the black clothing, Hell even the leather jacket is a big arrow pointing down to the top of her head flashing 'bloodsucker' but it isn't enough to have Stacie screaming in from the rooftops that their was a real life vamp in her bar.
That would just send everybody bezerk.
Chloe leaves with a huff, her middle finger floating up towards Luke as she turns and this time her walk to the table was less flirty and confident and more….fierce and forceful? Stacie can see the whole conversation from where she is standing, Chloe writing on her pad what the blonde just ordered then doing the same with the brunette. She takes the time to flip between Chloe and the brunette, making sure to take a long good look at this girl who, just like the blonde, has never been seen before but probably knows why she hasn't.
Stacie's notices that she is small, probably a little smaller than Chloe. Her skin is just as pale with the lights reflecting off and it's almost blinding. Her face remains blank, not one smile broke during the conversation with Chloe-which is weird because Chloe is smiling and when Chloe smiles, whoever she is talking to is bound to break.
At least a smirk.
But with this brunette, nothing. This girl was unknowingly intoxicating and Stacie had no idea why. It was like Deja Vu when she looks at her. Like a hunch or a vision telling her that she has seen this brunette before.
"Checking out the brunette?" Luke's voice reels Stacie out of her enchanted stare on the girl and startles her a bit when doing so. She kinda forgot that she was in the middle of a crowded bar, surrounded by drunken country folks and not alone with the brunette- even though it felt so much like it. "How obvious you're making it is sad."
"I'm not checking her out, Luke." Stacie shoots back, her eyes leaving the brunette. "I was watching Chloe in her natural habitat, trying to pick up an innocent girl with her bubbly charm." She lies simply, not wanting Luke to know that she was in fact, checking out the brunette.
Maybe not in the form of her looks and how hot she is-even though the girl was amazingly sexy with her dark image and emo like personality but more so in the fact that she gets a different vibe from her. A vibe that wasn't like one she felt before.
Probably because she was hands down, no way around it, vampire ethnicity.
Luke raises an eyebrow up, suspicious, but feels the need not make a big deal out of it. "Sure, mate."
Chloe comes back, stabbing the order sheet on the top of the zip line and sending it back to the kitchen, "-we got a weird one Jessie!" she calls down through the window and over the music blasting through the back.
The paper revolves to the back. "No shit," Jessie responds with a laugh. "I'll get right to it Chloe!"
Part of Stacie wants to go back there and see what the blonde and brunette ordered because she has to deal with a lot of funky orders but none that deserved a shout out.
"Well-" Chloe huffs onto the bar stool, slamming her head back down onto the table with a thud, "-they aren't dating."
"Ooohkay?" Stacie says as a question, confused to why Chloe was sorta bummed about the confirmation that the blonde was single and not bouncing off the walls. She was expecting more of a 'yay' type attitude instead of a 'blah' one. "Isn't that good news?"
"Yes it is but there's something about her. Something that makes me want to shrivel up into a tiny little ball and roll away."
Stacie laughs at the visual and glances back towards the table, just in time to see the brunette staring right back at her as the blonde talks about something that doesn't look so important. She chokes on her spit, guilty that she just got caught staring at this girl like she just got caught robbing a bank but not able to resist. Her eyes were like a magnet to this girl.
By the time she settles her coughing fit with the water Chloe got up and poured for her, both the blonde and brunette were again, looking at their direction with mild talking in between glances.
"Why are they staring at us?" Stacie asks Chloe and the redhead turns to look at the pair whose eyes were in fact, glued to them.
"For vampires, they sure do have a staring problem." Chloe sneaks in nonchalantly and Stacie doesn't miss a syllable.
"What?!" Stacie's acts like she didn't already know. If it wasn't for the lifeless color of their skin and the amount of black that could blend in with the night to give that away, it sure as hell was the fact that once the both of them walked through the doors, it was like death entered the room. "Why didn't you say anything?!"
She shrugs her shoulders and notices that Jessie finished their order and is waiting on the bar's top. Once in view, Stacie finally gets a chance to see what they ordered and weird for their dish was just an understatement. Actually, it wasn't even a dish but more so a drink.
Blood would categorize it.
"We still have synthetic blood?" Stacie asks, hoping that nobody overhears what she said as she wants to be the only one to know about the vampires that were now in her bar.
She remembers her mom specially ordering gallons of blood for any vampires that would stop by, knowing they can't naturally eat anything else without harm. Of course, it was a while ago when the first rumor of vamps was floating around but really, she would think the liquid would go bad due to the fact it was quite some time ago.
It does though meet all the nutritional needs for a vampire luckily.
"Actually, I stocked up this morning specifically for this reason." Luke's chips in, washing his hands and jumping over the table to the other side.
Stacie mouth gaps at this. Wasn't it Luke who just seconds ago bagged on Stacie for believing in such nonsense but now, he's twisting his arm and going out of his way to please something he doesn't 'believe in'? It made absolutely no sense.
"Maybe all the hype is true about these bloodsuckers. Now excuse me ladies, I have some vampires I need to introduce myself to."
Chloe stabs him in the gut with the back of her hand, the one that isn't holding the mugs of blood and shushes him harshly. "Don't say it too loud! It's just like saying Justin Bieber is here. People will go nuts once they figure out they're dining with vamps!"
The both of them walk over to the table with the blonde and brunette and Stacie catches that the brunette's eyes haven't left her since her awkward contact the both of them had previously.
This is exciting but terrifying at the same time. Here, about twenty feet away from her is a real life vampire. An actual one with fangs (maybe), drinks blood and hopefully doesn't kill humans (also a maybe). This whole night she waited for a doors to reveal a legendary creature like the one she is looking at now and only dreamed of actually talking to one.
But now, staring into those pitch black eyes, made her feel like she couldn't move. Like her limbs went frozen and her ability to talk vanished.
"Hey bitch!" A guy behind Stacie yells, getting her attention. She can tell this guy is wasted as she walks up to take his order and can smell the tenth, soon to be eleventh, whiskey shot radiating out of his mouth. It is dangerously close to cutting this guy off. "I was talkin' to you!" he slurs with venom in his voice and Stacie wonders if she had been staring at the brunette for a while to make this guy so angry.
When Stacie is looking at her though, it honestly feels like they are the only two in the entire room. Everybody around her, all sounds, smells, anything, vanishes and all that's left is this brunette.
"I'm so sorry." She apologizes despite the fucked up name he just referred to her as. Rule number one, the customer is always right no matter how wrong they fucking are. "What can I get you to drink?"
She can feel this guy's crummy, bloodshot eyes scan up her body underneath his sunglasses, licking his lips slowly and every last hair on Stacie's body rises as her stomach quivers. She feels uncomfortable and for some reason tonight, this guy and his wondering eyes are hard to stand up and act like it wasn't bothering her because right now, she was seconds away from snapping.
"How bout you put those sexy legs to work for once tonight and get me a beam and seven?"
She mentally rolls her eyes at his rudeness, slapping him in the face multiple times while she's at it and walks over to the whiskey cabinet and starts to pour the guy his drink. She ignores his comments about taking her shirt off while she does it and continues to mix his drink. She also thinks of possible ways to poison his drink and making it look like an accident but comes out short.
Finishing the drink, she walks back over to the guy, dropping the glass in front of him and sticks out her hand. "Four seventy five." He flashes his eyes down from Stacie's chest and to her hand where she is eagerly awaiting the money to be pulled from his wallet and dropped into her palm so she could continue her night's of work with other customers.
"I think I deserve this for free since you took your sweet ass time making it." The guys hisses through grit teeth, downing the liquid in one gulp and it takes every muscle in Stacie's body not punch him in the throat.
He wipes away the alcohol spilled on the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes heavy and hazy more than ever now. "I also deserve some one on one time with you so you could also put that pretty little mouth of your's to work instead of bossin' me around." He ends his sentence with a violent hiccup and that there is the last straw for Stacie.
"Fuck it," she mutters to herself, ready to page Luke so he could deal with this douchebag himself but not before a tight grip on her wrist yanks her back forcefully to prevent her from doing so.
"Don't fucking walk away from me while I'm talking you dirty slut!" His grip is strong enough to cause her to lose balance and she is pulled back towards the long bar table, her hip connecting with the wood and she winces at the sharp pain when her bone gets smashed.
She is about to put to use her seven years of self defense class and raises her fist to hopefully, knock this guy the fuck out but freezes her movements when the once tight grip on her wrist is released, and the guy's side of his face is slammed forcefully down into the table top with a strong hand clawing the back of his neck to keep his position. By this action, everyone's attention was on them but Stacie couldn't find it in her to care when she was meet with those familiar dark orbits.
It was her. The girl Stacie has been so intrigued by the entire night wasn't in a booth at a distance but instead, right in front of her. Now that she thinks about it and everything starts to click at once, Stacie is face to face with a real life vampire. All her rage thoughts about the guy, every emotion through her body was now nonexistent as she is basically starstruck by this brunette.
"You're going to pay this lovely girl her money for your drink, all four dollars and seventy five cents.." The brunette twists his arm, the one behind his back harder when she hears him grunt at her instructions and smiles when he practically cries at the sudden pain. Any farther Stacie thinks and this guy's shoulder would snap off like a chicken leg. It was oddly appealing to watch for Stacie as morbid as that sounds. "And leave every last dollar you have in your pocket for a tip and get the fuck out of here. I don't want you to bother this girl ever again do you hear me?"
The brunette waits for the guy to nod his head quickly, hoping that her force on his arm would somehow loosen but doesn't give in just yet. "If I ever see you here at this bar again, I will have no problem draining every last drop of blood from your repulsive body and leaving your body out in the open to rot or get ripped apart by animals. Do you understand?"
This time, the brunette's voice was low, just loud enough as whisper in the guy's ear but Stacie overheard every last word and the pure raspiness in her tone, along with anger that sent Stacie's body into convulsions and maybe she should be scared, calling Luke to kick this girl out immediately before she hurts anyone else but she was quite the opposite, actually. She never knew a single voice could sound so frustratingly racy, to the point where she could jump the brunette right then and there, not taking in consideration that they were in a bar full of people.
"Y-yes." The guy wines, voice almost breaking into a sob and the brunette finally releases his arm and watches him closely as he pulls out around forty dollars from his pocket and slams it down on the table in front of Stacie. He apologizes in a genuine tone, surprisingly, and he leaves the bar immediately after as everyone else watches his tracts.
The bar is silent, the only noises coming the jukebox of music playing-which has been turned down probably so the others could hear what was being said between the brunette and this prick of a guy.
Stacie glances around the bar a sees all eyes on her, even Luke's who was at the back with some other guys and Chloe was shockingly, was sitting across from the blonde in the same booth. Their looks are a mixture between worried and impressed by the actions of this girl. The guy she was up against is roughly around six foot five and what, she is about five foot two?
That's pretty impressive let alone, attractive as fuck.
Stacie clears her throat when she sees that the brunette hasn't left and in fact, is staring at her again with her black eyes. They are darker up close with the dark eyeliner around and her skin is just as blinding as from a distance. Her hair is impeccable as it was in loose curls the hung gently over her black leather jacket.
The facial expression never changes, that blank stare still in high definition as Stacie and her keep eye contact. Goosebumps rise from Stacie's skin as she moves closer, she can basically feel the coldness from her skin get closer and closer every step.
Then, she pulls out the stool, the same one that the guy was previously in and she taps her knuckles against the wood when she rests her hands there. If Stacie wouldn't of known that this girl was actually dead and a vampire, she'd think the girl was a real life angel.
"May I please get a glass of that synthetic blood you guys carry?"
And Stacie is sure she almost went into cardiac arrest when that once blank stare transforms into a small, tight lip smile that barely shows her perfectly framed and white teeth. The room gasps at the reveal but it doesn't seem to affect the brunette. She is too busy studying Stacie to notice all the whispering comments from everyone around her and truthfully, she doesn't seem to care.
Stacie is sure she wouldn't be able to form any coherent words so instead, she offers a similar smile to the brunette and nods her head at the order. She watches the girl take off her jacket and place it on the back rest of the chair before getting more comfortable.
It seems like the brunette is in no rush to leave and finally, Stacie is going to have that one on one conversation with a vampire that she only dreamed of having come true.
Now, it finally is and she couldn't be anymore anxious.