Grace's day sucked alright. Getting up early morning, having talked to people. Yes, she was sorely regretting coming to a party. Getting appreciated for her designs was one thing but getting babysat by Clarisse was just taking it too far.
'Once I get out of the party, you're so dead, Akanksha.' Akanksha's assistant Clarissa gulped beside her boss's sister.
Huffing and puffing, Grace slipped on a barstool, green eyes assessing her surroundings. Paying bartender a generous amount, the vampire downed apple juice forged as whiskey.
Grace Faith had a secret only her family knew, her pale skin hid under the jacket. She was a vampire, a creature who was also called monster for its bloodthirst and primal instincts. She was not an animal, sure she was cold hearted. Green eyes was blessed with the ability to read emotions and eyes so sharp she never missed a hit.
Grace Faith was a born leader of Necrosis Pack, a spearhead of the clan who would lay their life on a wire if it meant somebody would live. Unfortunately some humans hated creatures like her, it didn't bother her one bit, but living in a society of human came with a steep price. A price she paid in her own blood.
Her day was about to get much worse than the headache that was beginning to form behind her eyes. The mid-forties guy sitting right beside her had left a note on the tissue paper under the coaster for the female bartender who was tending to other customers.
The seat beside her soon emptied but fate was a cruel thing. Laura Larove occupied the seat minutes later before the bartender could clean her bar.
'A coke, please.' The vampire who was nursing her temples turned as her nostrils filled the coconut and strawberry scent, for a second she forgot about the headache. The grumpy Grace smiled softly and admired the strong boned face and deep pools for eyes. A dimpled smile made her lose the bar as her hand slipped the surface clumsily.
The bartender effortlessly popped a can open and poured a tall glass, tossing in a lime slice. Laura's smile dimmed as soon as she saw something under her coaster.
Scrunching her eyebrows, she flawlessly opened the tissue only to fume as her jaw clenched.
Go out with me? You are gorgeous. I'm rich. Below a phone number was written in a chicken scratch for a handwriting. A fire burned in her cerulean eyes as she dangerously looked up, searching for the doer. The vampire who was already wishing to go home and sleep looked at her watch but sensed anger beside her, so she looked at the bar-buddy and smiled.
Smiled. Big mistake. The aforementioned worse was going to happen in next couple minutes. The soft smile was meant to calm down the blonde but it didn't happen.
Laura took it as a sign to reply. Although for a second she was floored by the beauty of the brunette, she didn't let it get to her. She'd seen a lot of good looking people and hence didn't fall for the looks. Taking a deep breath, Laura calmed her down and gave Grace a once over. A dark blue blouse rolled up to her sleeve, black waistcoat on top of it and topped up with black dress pants and a leather shoes. She screamed tomboy, statuesque nonetheless. Her charm seemed to work on the side table as a mind-thirties lady gave her heart eyes.
'What does this mean?' she raised an eyebrow at the vampire, shoving the note in her open palm. Sleep deprived, hungry and dead tired vampire squinted at the note.
'A note? Is that what you're asking me? Lady I-'
'What makes you think somebody will go out with you just because you're rich?' Grace's eyebrow flew up to her hairline as she quickly shook her head.
'No look-'
'No. you look... this is not the way you treat a girl. Do you understand?' in a jumbling mess the brunette vampire tried to talk but failed miserably, feeling the physical poke of the glare she received.
'But I di-'
'I have no interest in talking to people like you who flaunt' with that Laura Larove, the future golden heiress sauntered off, not giving the vampire a chance to utter anything.
'Great.' She thumped her forehead against the cold surface, grunting. 'This day cannot get any better.'
'Having fun, sweetheart?' Akanksha casually strolled and plopped beside her sister, who grunted in response. 'Awe, no need to be so hostile. I'm sorry I left you alone.'
'I got rejected by a lady, whom I didn't even ask out.' Pulling a face she looked at her newest bar-buddy. 'Gee, here I thought I was pretty good looking.'
Pulling out her flip phone, she quickly dialled the phone number written on the tissue and waited for the owner to pick up.
'Hello?'
'you, mister, are a flapdoodle and next time make sure your note goes to the correct person, or so help me god if I find you…'
With an unspoken threat, she hung up and proceeded to look at the blank screen of her phone, looking back at her reflection to admire her looks.