His cell phone rang, playing a soothing jazz tune. Beckett, wondering who it was, looked at the caller ID. Smiling, he saw that his girlfriend of three weeks, Damsel, was calling. Damsel was a brujah, and he was a gangrel, but despite their differences, the two still got along. Even though Damsel's rebellious, and often violent, nature was hidden under all that hostile dirt and grime, Beckett found her to be quite charming, and the way she used her hands on him in bed…was absolutely amazing. He almost moaned, remembering yesterday's encounter with her. He had to admit she was quite skilled in bed. He could hardly believe that she wasn't a succubus.
Prince Sebastian Lacroix didn't like rebels, or anyone that was against the Camarilla, especially humans, and humans that drank vampire blood. That kind of being was a servant of the vampire, and was called a ghoul. The ghoul would never age, and would be twenty times stronger than a normal human. Sadly, a lot of ghouls who decided to go against Sebastian with their masters were brutally slaughtered. Prince Sebastian Lacroix was not to be trifled with.
Swiping his finger across the touch screen, he answered her call. "Hello, beautiful. How are you doing tonight?" He asked.
"Nothing much. Just bashing some sabbat bastard's head in. Turns out they tried to ambush the last round, but me and Nines took care of them. They're just pretty little ash decorating the city now," Damsel replied.
Beckett chuckled. His Damsel was always the feisty one of the group, but that's what attracted him to her as well. Plus, he secretly has a thing for redheads. "If you're hungry, my love, would you mind accompanying me tonight to go hunting? I hear a famous musician is in town, and lots of rich upperclassmen and women will be flooding the city today. I can't remember her name, though. What was it…. Oh, yes. Adele. She has had the people in an uproar for weeks now, and I'm sure she tastes as wonderful as her music sounds," Beckett said cheerfully.
Damsel smiled. Of course he couldn't see it through the phone, but he could tell she was beaming with delight. "Of course, I'll go hunting with you. I'd love to," she replied back.
"Perfect. Meet me at the old diner, and put on your best outfit. I'll see you soon," Beckett replied. The two said their goodbyes before hanging up. Getting up, Beckett showered and styled his hair. He unconsciously looked into the mirror and winced. He was going on 400 years old soon, and he still accidentally tried to look at himself in the mirror. Even vampires missed their own reflections, and just at such times, one could forget that using a mirror in their unlife was in vain, even more in vain when not even fully getting rid of human tendencies to gaze at oneself, even though one was now as old as dirt itself.
Sighing, Beckett sprayed himself with the cologne his girlfriend had bought him and made sure his clothing was clean and presentable. Grabbing his phone, wallet, and other belongings, he swiftly went out the door, locking it behind him.
Meanwhile
*At the old diner*
Damsel waited patiently for Beckett to arrive. She wore a beautiful lavender sequin dress that was strapless and showed off her womanly curves. She wore a natural eye look, and her lips with painted a sultry pink, not too loud or too light, but enough to emphasize her beauty, and her hair was pulled into a bun. Checking her phone, she nearly jumped, startled at seeing Beckett right in front of her. "Beckett, if I was still alive, you'd give me a heart attack," she said, trying to regain her composure.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to scare you," Beckett replied. He looked her up and down, and he was blown away by her appearance. "You look absolutely beautiful," he commented.
If Damsel could still blush, she would have. Playfully swatting his arms, she giggled, something she rarely did, and he felt privileged to hear such a wonderful sound. Damsel was not the girly giggling type. She was the Piss-Off-Before-I-Bash-Your-Head-In type, and she definitely wasn't afraid to do it, either. The sabbat that ran into her, or anything or anyone stupid enough to confront her, always learned the hard way. "Thanks. I really don't dress like this…" She added.
"Ah, but it suits you so well. You look like a queen," Beckett commented.
That made Damsel smile again. "Come on, lover boy. Let's go. I want to get the best blood, nothing else." Damsel replied.
With a smile, Beckett lovingly hooked his arm around the Brujah's arm. "Well, my love. Lead the way," he replied. At that, the two were off.
*An hour later*
The two kindred escaped from the back exit without being spotted by nearby humans laughing and conversing with each other. The two heard crying come from a nearby alley, causing them to stop what they were doing. Beckett signaled for Damsel to follow behind him. Whatever it was, it sounded like a small child. The alley stunk of vomit and urine and something else Beckett didn't even want to put his finger on. Trudging farther into the alley, Beckett noticed the figure of a small girl on the ground. She was wounded, and her purple dress was torn up. Beckett didn't hate humans. He tried his best to not hurt or terrorize them. Even though they were food to him, he kept in mind that they were still living and breathing human beings. "Hey there, little one. Are you okay?" He asked, mentally kicking himself for asking such a stupid question. Of course, she wasn't okay. She was wounded, and out in the middle of downtown. Her parents, or whoever was taking care of her, were probably worried sick.
The little girl looked at Beckett and stopped crying. Beckett could tell she was a beautiful child. She had pale white skin, blue eyes, brunette hair, and a face full of freckles. If it wasn't for the dirt covering her now ruined hair and tear streaked face, she would be absolutely breathtaking. The little girl knew what he was, and quickly tried to fight him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Beckett promised.
The girl got even more scared seeing Damsel walk up. "Kid, calm down… You know what? Come on, Beckett. Just leave her." Damsel said irritably.
"Damsel, she's just a kid. We can't just leave her here…" Beckett replied.
Damsel opened her mouth to say something when suddenly, the sound of a chainsaw could be heard. ''YOU LEAVE HER ALONE DEMONS!" A teenage girl yelled.
To be continued…
Edited by Darkest Nightmare's Dread