Prologue: A deadly night

Warning: This fanfic will also contain slightly sexual themes, apart from violence. For some reason people seem to be more uncomfortable with that, so I thought it'd be better to mention it.

I take another look at the bar from my seat next to the bar counter, while finishing my second beer. I like this place. Something about this place feels so cozy. The walls and ceiling are plastered with posters of various bands and the floor is cramped with small tables, stools and a few old couches next to the walls. I'd like to sit on one of the couches, but I'm here on my own, so occupying a whole couch for myself would be selfish. Pity, the couches are really comfy… My next beer arrives, and I immediately chug it down, despite my low alcohol tolerance.

"Here to drown your sorrows?", a low-sounding voice asks me. I turn to the source of the voice, surprised that someone would approach me. I'm used to being ignored or overseen by most people. "It was a long day…", I reply evasively. I won't share my shallow sorrows with some stranger. I haven't fallen so low, at least not yet.
I take a closer look towards the stranger. More surprising than his approach was definitely his outfit: he wears a white top hat and a white leather coat with white jeans. Additionally, he also wears a long necklace with a big white cross. However, what he doesn't wear, is a t-shirt. Oh, and half of his face is painted in white, a contrast to his dark brown skin.
I smirk. "Baron Samedi?", I ask him. His eyes widen in surprise at my question and he giggles cheerfully. "You get it! No one ever gets it… But you did."
I can't help but snigger as well. The alcohol slowly starts to get to me, and his laugh is kind of infectious. "Does no one watch James Bond Movies anymore?", I comment his remark about no one understanding his costume. "Apparently. Well, their loss, not ours." He winks at me, and I blush slightly.
He's weird, but weird is interesting… I turn away from him and order another beer to hide my shyness. My beer arrives, and he suddenly leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "Why don't we set up our camp on one of these couches? We can devise a strategy for selling cookies, while snuggling together, in order to keep the cold away…" I stiffen up due to the sudden closeness, but force myself to relax.
What is he talking about? I take a look at the room. All couches are already occupied; the bar is buzzling with people after all. He smirks at my skeptical expression. "Don't worry, everyone can become a girl scout." I don't think that males can become girl scouts. They would be called boy scouts, wouldn't they?
I hesitate, before following him towards a couch in a corner of the bar. I mean, this is what not-uptight people do right? Sitting next to strangers and stuff…
I promised myself to be less prudish, like Johnny always wanted me to be. Even though Johnny is an asshole.

A pair is already sitting on the couch and passionately making out. "Your little love nest has been discovered. You should find another!", my mysterious stranger suggests to the pair. They look up in surprise, and suddenly embarrassed about being seen kissing, they grab their things and flee with pink cheeks. I start to giggle. What's up with them? "A long day calls for a long night!", he comments, while leading me to the couch to sit down.
"So… enlighten me on how to best sell your cookies?", I ask him with a giggle, after taking another sip. Dammit, I'm already drunk. He smirks at me and casually drops an arm around my shoulder, while leaning towards me and purring, "You need to add a lot of sugar. Want me to show you how sweet they can be?" Before I can react to the sudden intimacy, he starts kissing my lips. I stiffen up again, but I'm growing soft from his sweet kiss and let him move my legs over his, thereby placing me on his lap. This is so unlike me. Seems as if the alcohol is working. His lips wander away from mine and towards my neck, where he continues to leave a trail of kisses downwards. Ah, it's funny how much I enjoy this, instead of being scared by the sudden intimacy. Even though he's a stranger… I guess alcohol really was the answer to my problem all along. He stops a few inches from my collarbone and starts gently sucking. I feel a sharp pain for a short moment, but then the feeling of ecstasy washes over my body, suppressing the pain. He has tightened his embrace and continues sucking on my neck, while I absorb myself in the pleasure.
Come to think of it, I don't even know his name.

I groan and massage my temples, while slowly opening my eyes. Gosh, I shouldn't have drunken so much yesterday, my headache is killing me! Wait…
I sit up. Where the fuck am I? Why am I in some crappy run-down apartment room? "Up already, honey-pie?", a seductive voice asks me. I turn to the white-coated weirdo at the door. I haven't noticed him before… Did we? NO! Impossible… It couldn't be, right? I mean, I wanted to be less prudish, but not this much!
"Uh, did we… what happened?", I ask him, while desperately trying to push down my panic. The last thing I remember is him kissing my neck. I usually wouldn't do it with a guy I literally just met. Heck, I wouldn't even do it with a guy I've just started dating. I don't even know his name!
"Many things happened, but who cares? Let's indulge in the now instead." What kind of answer is that? I glance at the clock, beside my night stand. It's already around 3 am. Let's simply head home and don't think about what may or may not have happened tonight.
"Thanks for the offer, but I think I should head home, it's already late…", I reply, while standing up and searching for my trousers. Oh my gosh, I'm only wearing underwear. I may not know, how far we went, but it's clear, that we went way too far for my taste. I have to get out of here!
"Why not stay? We can play some more, my little cookie. I even got permission to show you something extraordinary! You're absolutely going to love it!", he purrs, while approaching me. His long fingers gently raise my chin and his hypnotizing eyes capture me. One of his eyes is dark brown, while the other is more golden.
I didn't notice before, but his eyes are strangely beautiful. "Alright.", I hear myself answering him. I feel like in trance, as he caresses my back, smoothly opens my bra and gently kisses my bare chest.
Then he suddenly grabs me and jumps on the bed with me, nestling me into his lap. "I want to show you something… And this time no sleepy-sleepy!", he whispers in my ear, before softly raising my chin a bit with his fingers. He grins at me, thereby exposing his teeth… his unnaturally long and sharp teeth… Are those fangs?!
I shriek, as he drills his fangs into the soft flesh of my exposed neck and starts violently sucking my fucking blood. I try to free myself out of his embrace, but he just tightens his grab a bit, continuing to lap up my blood as if it were some goddamn chocolate sauce or something. Fuck, this hurts! Oh my gosh, will I die?
I don't want to! I feel weaker by the second, with my blood gushing into the mouth of this fucking monster. I try to struggle again, but to no avail.
My strength is no match to his to begin with, and in addition my body is growing heavier with every sip of blood he takes from me. I whimper from the pain, which seems to turn him on, as he stops for a moment and faces me with a smile. "Ah, so sweet.", he sighs, licks a tear off my cheek, and gives me a short kiss, before he continues draining me. Disgust washes over me from being kissed by this fanged beast, and from the taste of my own blood, which he left on my lips.
My fear for my slowly approaching death naturally overrules my disgust though. "Pl- Please don't k- kill me, Mr. monster!", I beg him desperately, but he just chuckles. My conscience starts to fizzle out, as he finally stops devouring my blood.
'What now?', I wonder, while he gently lies me down and bends over me. My sight is blurred and I feel too weak to move, therefore I'm forced to watch helplessly, as he scratches his own neck with his fingernail, thereby making it bleed. What the fuck is he doing? Suddenly he leans closer to me, causing the blood to drip on my lips. Ugh, disgusting! "Drink.", he commands me cheerfully. …Like hell I would! Stay away with your disgusting monster-blood! But I don't have enough strength to express my refusal, and even if I could, he would certainly ignore it. A bit impatient with my lack of cooperation, he grabs my head towards his wound and forces my mouth open, letting his blood drip into it. A metallic taste fills my mouth, but it soon turns into something sweeter… Holy-molly, this tastes like the finest ambrosia!
Unable to suppress my thirst for his not-so-disgusting-anymore monster-blood, I grab his neck and start to wildly suck on the wound. What the hell am I doing?
Suddenly I notice a quiet whispering, first just a word, then more and more, until the whispering surrounds me like the sound of a steady drum. Are we not alone? "There, there, good baby. Quench thy thirst!", he purrs, thereby distracting me from the whispering, while rubbing his lower-region against mine.
He obviously enjoys this, this sick psycho! Though I can't deny, that I enjoy drinking his goddamn blood as well… What the hell is wrong with me?
"The sweet juice has been exchanged.", he remarks with a smile, while withdrawing his neck without much effort and his small wound suddenly heals itself within a second. He grabs me beneath my armpits and leans my head on his shoulder, while patting my back. …does he want me to burp? Like a baby?
Suddenly a hot pain starts to spread from my neck wound, until my whole body feels like burning, and I start to scream and dig my nails into his back.
He calmly removes my hands from him and lies me back on the bed, but I'm unable to bestow this any attention, as the fiery pain dominates my whole consciousness, slowly devouring my body, until I finally pass out.