I live off of pain, anger, blood, and sex; please, honey, take your pick.

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Bad Decisions Make Great Stories

1: Bad Boy at the Bar

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I had a long history of making bad decisions.

When I was seven, I thought it would be fun to see how many dinosaur toys I could stick in my mouth at once. I had a lot of dinosaurs, and they were all rather small. Once I got to around twelve, I realized that they'd gotten stuck and I couldn't move my jaw. I came crying to my mother, eyes streaming and drool running all down my shirt. She had to pry them out with a pair of tweezers, all the while trying not to laugh and cry at the same time. When my dad came home, my mom told him about it, and he wouldn't let it go for a month.

When I was ten, I tried to shave the cat. Cake wasn't very happy with me, and I ended up with a scratch down the middle of my face.

When I was thirteen, I tried jumping off of the roof onto my trampoline, after I saw some video on the internet. I was launched over our fence and into to our neighbor's pool next door. They were sure surprised to see me.

When I was seventeen, my older brother, Finn, bet me to bike up a ramp he made over a trashcan. I made it, but immediately plunged into the grass beside our house and skinned the side of my knee. I won the bet, at least, so I consider that one worth it.

And now, here I was, standing in front of the most popular club in town, The Night.

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My best friend Bonnie, supposedly the level-headed one in my group, her girlfriend Marcie, and my other friend Lola had taken me here just the other night. It was supposed to be a fun girl's night out, in honor of my recent twenty-first birthday.

My heart pounded to the beat of the heavy bass seeping through the walls, as we flashed our I.D.'s to the bouncer and walked inside. All around were people dancing and people drinking and people chatting at oversized booths. I'd snuck into clubs before and gone to college nights and the like, so it wasn't like I was in any foreign territory, but this would be my first time clubbing legally, though, to be perfectly honest, I missed the rush of barely getting past the front doors, stealing drinks, and dancing with strangers.

"C'mon, Fi!" Marcie yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Wipe that dead look off your face and wake up! Bonbon and Lulu and I are dancing!"

I could barely hear her over the blaring music—hell, the music was so loud I felt it in my bones—but I smiled and ran after her anyway. I moved my body with the music and smiled as Bonnie and Marcie danced stupidly with each other. They were the cutest couple in the world, in my opinion. Bonnie had bright pink hair that was pulled back to show off a tattoo of a lollipop on the back of her neck and was wearing a lacy, pink, form-fitting dress, while Marcie had pitch black hair hanging down raggedly and two hoop piercings on her bottom lip with a simple black tank top, shorts, and strappy heels. Bonnie also had a light tattoo of angel wings going across her shoulders, while Marcie had bat wings adorning her own back. They were like inverses of the same person.

Meanwhile, Lola was dancing next to me, her curly blonde hair bouncing and strapless purple dress hugging her waist. She was very curvy, and always made every effort to show it off. She made the three of us look like sticks in comparison, another thing she tried to make as obvious as possible, but her energy, at least, was infectious, and she knew how to have fun at a party.

We danced for a few songs before deciding to take a break and grab a booth and order some drinks. Marceline was actually a regular at the club, so all of the waitresses knew her. A woman with light ginger hair and freckles came to our table soon after we sat down.

"Hey, Berry, how are you tonight?" Marcie asked pleasantly.

"I'm fine, and you?" the waitress replied.

"Wonderful. Just taking my recently-legalized friend out for a night on the town," Marcie said, leaning her shoulder up against mine.

"How fun! Well, can I get you anything to drink?"

Marceline ordered something for each of us and a slice of cheesecake "to share", she said, as long as she got the strawberries.

We chatted and laughed and drank strange martinis and ate cheesecake and I was having a great time. But I couldn't shrug this feeling that I had, that there was someone watching me from afar. I kept looking around the room, and that was when I saw him. He sat in the very back corner of the room, past all of the throbbing bodies on the dance floor, surrounded by people. I only caught sight of him for a second, but I knew he was the one staring at me the moment I saw him.

Marceline snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Helloooo? Earth to Fionna, what's up with you? You've been super spacey for the past twenty minutes. What's up?" she said.

I smiled and shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry," I said, "I must be tired, I guess."

"C'mon, Fi, tell us what's up. This is supposed to be a night for you, after all," Bonnie insisted.

I shrugged again. "I dunno. I think I'm bored."

Lola giggled and winked. "Little Fi's looking for an 'adventure,' huh?" she jabbed, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh, shut up. Can't you keep your pervy thoughts to yourself for once?" I laughed.

"Come on, with that dress you're wearing? You're showing more cleavage than I am"

I sat up self-consciously and blushed a little, but the dim lighting hid it from view.

"No, I think Lola's right. We need to hook Fionna up tonight," Marceline said.

I blushed harder and hid my face.

"Guys, chill out. You're embarrassing her," Bonnie said, elbowing Marcie and Lola in their sides.

Just then, our waitress appeared, holding a tall glass in her hand. "Here you go, miss," she said, setting the drink down in front of me.

"What's this?" I asked, skewing up my eyebrows.

"Strawberry vodka spritzer," she said.

"I didn't order anything."

"Somebody must have their eyes on you, then," she said with a wink. "Don't worry, I mixed it myself," she assured, before turning and walking away with a smile.

I glanced around the table, meeting faces full of smiles. I sighed before returning the grin and taking the drink.

"I wonder who's got their eyes on little Fionna," Lola marveled, "I bet he's a cutie."

"Or a super nerd," Marcie joked.

"Oh, stop it, you guys. Just let me enjoy my free drink," I said, taking a sip. It was very sweet; I could barely taste the alcohol in it.

After finishing my mystery drink, we decided to go dancing again. Lola was determined to dance with every guy in the entire club, and Bonnie and Marcie decided to send me off to look for my mystery man. I rolled my eyes at the suggestion but made my way into the mass of people anyway, my hand on my phone in the pocket of my dress. (Dress pockets are great.)

I joined a group of people dancing in a circle for a few songs, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched. It wasn't a particularly unsettling feeling, just something that I couldn't help but notice. I quietly slid away from the group and set off toward the back corner of the club, not entirely sure of what I'd find.

There he was. His gaze was unmistakable. We locked eyes and I found myself moving toward him, steps still matched to the beat of the music. He was surrounded by women, six of them, each struggling against the other to get closer to the man. His hair was dark, barely catching reflections from the flashing lights overhead, and his skin looked to be rather pale. He wore a black suit with the first three buttons of his shirt undone, and I fought hard not to stare at any one place for too long. There was one feature of his that I always came back to, though, and that was his eyes. Even in the low, changing lighting, I could see that they were the brightest shade of crimson. They seemed to lure me in, and I was standing right in front of the man before I knew it.

At the blink of his eyes, the women around him disbanded, as if affected by a spell. I watched them fearfully as they brushed by me, but stood still in my place.

"I didn't think you'd come," he said, his voice a deep growl.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He ignored my question. "Did you like the drink?" he asked instead

"It was a bit sweet for my tastes," I replied.

"Oh, a taste for the stronger flavors have we?" he remarked, smirking darkly.

"I'll take a shot of bourbon over a mixed drink any day. You could say I'm a purist," I said.

He flashed me another smile, revealing a set of too-white teeth. "Come, sit," he said beckoning me forward.

"I'm fine standing, thanks."

"Cautious, are we? Tell me, what's your name," the man hissed smoothly.

"I'm Fionna."

"It's nice to meet you, Fionna," he said, tasting my name and letting it swirl sensually on his tongue. "I'm Marshall. Marshall Lee Abadeer."

He held his hand out and I shook it. "A pleasure," I said. His nails were long and painted black; he grazed my hand lightly as he let go of the handshake. I suppressed a shiver.

A buzzing in my pocket told me that my friends were looking for me. I reached for my phone, my gaze never wavering from his, then looked down to check the message.

"My friends are looking for me," I said.

Marshall looked up at me through hooded eyes. "It's a shame; we've only just met," he said in his low, soothing voice. "You'll have to come see me again." I could have sworn I saw his eyes dilate as he spoke, but I told myself it was just the light.

I flashed him a smile and waved. "We'll see."

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I was alone. It was a drizzly Thursday night, almost a week since the last night out, and I hadn't stopped thinking about it since. I didn't know how long I'd been standing at the door, staring at the glowing sign overhead. Water had soaked through to my scalp and beaded up all over my skin, but I was sure he wouldn't care. I steeled my resolve and walked inside.

It wasn't nearly as crowded as it had been the last time, as was to be expected on a rainy weekday, but there was still a steady enough flow of people. Several couples sat at booths to my right and at least a few groups were standing around on the dance floor. I swiftly made my way to the back of the room.

There he was. He sat in the same spot as the last time. The two women on his either side disbanded as soon as they caught sight of me. I watched them go with hard eyes, and they glared right back. Marshall gave a tiny smirk at the exchange but nothing more. He wore a maroon suit coat and a black button-up underneath.

"You finally came," he said, looking bored.

"I don't know why," I said.

"Because I told you to," he replied quickly, glancing up at me, his unreal eyes dilating.

I narrowed my eyes at him, tilting my head. "Who do you think you are?" I said.

He was standing in front of me, lightning fast; I jumped back in surprise. He stood almost two heads taller than me. His figure wasn't wide, but it wasn't narrow either. He grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. Suddenly, the world around us stopped, darkening to shades of black and red.

"You want to know who I am?" he said softly, before smiling fully. I gasped at his teeth, eyes widening at the sight of two pointed canines.

"V-Vampire?!" I gasped.

His face fell and he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Vampire?" he asked incredulously. "I would hate to be associated with such lowly, disgusting creatures," he hissed. He pulled my face up closer to his, hovering his mouth over mine. "No, I'm not just any vile little vampire," he growled. "I am a son of Lucifer."

I gasped again and pulled away, pulse racing and palms sweating. The world around us began to move again, but in slow motion.

"How are you doing this?" I said softly.

"What, this?" he asked, glancing around the room as low beats pulsed through it. "Just a little trick of the mind. Nothing more than… adjusting your perception on the world a little."

I tried. I tried with every fiber of my being to be afraid of this man, but I couldn't. I could not bring myself to fear him. Where I sought terror I only found wonder.

"That's amazing," I said.

"You think so?" he replied, unable to hide a glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," I said, looking around at the people, moving so slowly they were next to motionless, as another beat vibrated through me.

"I'd love to show you more," he said. I swore I saw his eyes darkening.

"Would you?"

"For a price."

I shifted my weight and crossed my arms over my chest. "What kind of price?"

"I live off of pain, anger, blood, and sex; please, honey, take your pick."

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