Lilly Masters sat in the back of the vampire bar, slowly, but surly, getting drunk. Lilly was beautiful, and she always had been, but it seemed more like a curse to her. People always found her too soft, to delicate, to fragile, to take seriously. She downed another shot and barely flinched from the searing pain in the back of her throat.
"If you're not careful, pretty lady, you'll pass out." The vampire warned her as he poured her yet another sht.
"That's what I'm hoping for." She said in a slurred voice, a slight smile on her lips.
"Bad day?" the vampire asked while he fixed a drink for the man sitting next to her.
"Bad life." Lilly retorted, and the vampire laughed loudly.
"Well then, next one on me." He told her with a smile and a wink.
"Thanks, but no thanks. This is my last one." Lilly said, throwing her head back and gulping down the shot before hopping off of the stool. She tilted dangerously, and had to grab onto the counter for support, but she managed, and she did so with a laugh. "Guess I should have stopped a little sooner." She said to the vampire behind the bar while righting herself.
"I tried to warn you." The vampire laughed, and she walked away, into the crowd, needing to burn off the energy building inside her the whole night. Just drinking and sitting wasn't enough for Lilly. She was energetic and violent, and if she did not burn herself out in a calmer sense, then she would lash out and become dangerous to anyone near her.
So she moved onto the dance floor, knowing she didn't stick out with her modest clothes. Or maybe she did, since she showed far less skin than all of the other woman, and even men, dancing. She wore long, skinny black pants and black flats, along with a black tank top. She did not wear all black because it was a vampire bar, but because she would not stick out if she did. And black was a color that made people take you seriously.
She moved with the beat of the music, careful not to bump into anyone. She may have moved with a little bit more energy than the others, but she moved well, for someone like her. Her hips swayed, her arms laced together above her head, and she bent and spun lazily, all the while getting rid of that pent up energy inside of her.
She felt eyes on her while she danced, but ignored them, letting them watch her. Why not? It was this one night, and she deserved a little break. And she was drunk, so her choice making skills were not all that great.
When the song finished, she instantly moved into the next one, more up beat, without hesitation, jumping more and pumping her fist into the air. Her hair was down, and started sticking to her face from sweat, but she didn't care. The shoes rubbed against her heal, creating blisters, but again, she didn't care. She couldn't remember the last time she had a night out, so she felt she deserved to have at least a little fun.
She wore no makeup, which some might have not believed since her lips looked the perfect shade of red, something most people couldn't accomplish without make up. Her cheeks were always flushed, even more now since she had been dancing, and her eye lashes were so thick and long that people thought she lied about her lack of mascara.
Her jaw was angular and severe, making her look sexy, yet someone to watch, to learn how to tame. Her hair was black and short, easy to control and transform into what she wanted. Men were attracted to her looks, but not her personally. Something inside them warned them that she wasn't good, that her dangerous look was real, something to not mess around with.
Lilly was old, older than anyone in the bar, actually. But then again, the daughter of a war god was immortal. She had seen a lot of things in her life time, and this new era of time just so happened to be her least favorite. She preferred the primal, less technological era of time, where people still fought with swords instead of pistols, and people did not show off so much of their skin. She liked the time where violence was good, because it could protect you, not get you arrested. She liked riding on the backs of the horses, and not the fowl smelling cars that she was forced to move in today. She liked the simplicity of the past, not the harshness of the future.
After what seemed like forever and the crowds has thinned, Lilly finally stopped dancing, and turned around to find her admirorer finally. She located him, sitting above the others, in a throne. His hair was blonde and slicked back, his jaw strong, his eyes icy blue. He was handsome, a Viking, it looked like. She remembered Vikings, had liked the Viking's, actually. They were brutal, lethal beings, people feared.
But toying with a vampire that old, that dangerous, was risky. And if one of them found out about her past then she was sure to die. The blood of a god was like no others, and even though she was only half god, it was still immensely powerful, more so than some could comprehend.
So instead of going through with her seductive plan like she had intended, she turned sharply away, and passed through he crowd and back to the bar.
"On second thought," she said, catching the vampire's attention, "I will take that shot, for the road. Is it still on the house?" I asked, and he smiled, taking out a shot glass and filling it quickly.
"Of course pretty lady." He said. He winked at her as she downed it, but she just slid the glass back and waved before making her way to the door. She looked back at her, to see if the Viking was still watching her movements, and found that he was. When she turned back, she smashed into the hard, stone chest of a young boy, a vampire by the looks of it. He seemed no older than Lilly, well, their appearances of age, anyways.
His hair was dark, and so were his eyes, but she could see his tattoos peeking out of his shirt, and her mouth opened wide at the sight of them. The tattoos of this century were of butterflies, or skulls, or someone's mom's name. But the tattoos of the past were of culture and history, of importance and dominance.
"I'm sorry." The boy said in a calm voice, reaching his hand out. Lilly took it after a moment's hesitation, and was hauled to her feet. Her eyes, however, stayed on the tattoos. Her hand even flinched toward him, because she wanted to trace the lines. S he remembered those markings, even remembered the tribe. This vampire was old, almost as old as her, and it fascinates her. She had a tattoo of her own, a few actually, something to remember her time before immortality.
"No, it was my mistake." Lilly said after a moment, finally taking her eyes away from the man's neck and looking into his curious gaze. "My name is Lilly." She introduced herself politely. Lilly was not her full name, but her name would have seemed odd in this time frame, so Lilly sufficed. And people thought the name to be welcoming and nice, therefore easier to fit in and blend in.
"I am Godric." He said with a smile, but Lilly tried to keep her face even. S he could not stay and talk to these vampires, it was dangerous. But finding someone so close to her age was fascinating, and she couldn't stop her curiosity.
"What tribe were you from, Godric?" she asked, eyeing his tattoo's to make her question clearer.
"It was an ancient tribe, in the southern part of America. It is very old. I doubt you would recognize the name." he said with a humorous smile, and Lilly laughed, knowing he was wrong. In fact, she was certain she knew what tribe he was from, had seen them in battle before.
"I see." She said, holding her tongue and refraining from proving him wrong.
"Could I buy you a drink?" Godric asked her suddenly, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Is that not what humans do when they wish to socialize?" Godric asked, clearly uncertain on what people of this century did. Lilly wasn't to clear weather, but she nodded, and followed him over to the bar against her better judgments.
"Back again, I see." The vampire said, pouring her another shot.
"Don't tell me you didn't miss me." She said with sarcasm as she took the glass while Godric ordered a True Blood.
"So tell me, why are you here at the vampire bar?" Godric asked, turning his body to face her. He wore a gray shirt and black pants, clothes that didn't necessarily make him look gorgeous like the Viking, but made him attractive, something to drool over.
"I needed a drink." Lilly said honestly, and took half the shot to prove her point.
"Yes, I can see you've had many." Godric said with a laugh, referring to her breath.
"It helps a lot. Although I have never been here before. I usually find the music to be a little too… new age for me." She said, speaking honestly only because she was drunk. The truth was, she liked the music from her village, the drums and the whistles people would cut from wood. The beats were so strong and powerful, a warrior's song, her mother likes to call it. Godric tilted his head and looked at her curiously, then smiled.
"I agree completely." He said after a while, although he had to talk loudly to be heard over the music.
"Tell me, Godric, did you have music in your tribe?" Lilly asked.
"Yes, of course. Every tribe had music. It was a way to connect with the gods and spirits." He informed her, although she already knew.
"Do you believe in gods?" she asked breathlessly, finding herself leaning into him, and him to her.
"I did once." He said vaguely, and they stopped, inches from each other, staring into each other's eyes.
"But no longer?" Lilly asked.
"No longer." He confirmed. She sighed and leaned back, realizing what she was doing. It was the alcohol talking, not her. But even in her drunken state, she wasn't going to give herself to someone who did not believe in what she was. It would be like sleeping with someone who wasn't there.
"I really must go. But thank you, Godric, for the drink." Lilly said, lifting the glass in a sort of cheers before setting it down, half finished.
"Will I see you again?" he asked her as she walked away, and she stopped, thinking carefully over her answer.
"If I decide to come back here, will I see you?" she asked, and Godric smiled. She couldn't help the smile forming on her face in return, and walked once against towards the door. This time, however, she walked into a much larger chest.
"Ow, god damn it!" she shouted, clutching her throbbing nose. "Watch it asshole!" she said as she looked up, and up, and up, into the face of the blonde vampire. "Oh." She whispered, stepping away. He was smiling at her, his fangs slightly extended, lust in his eyes.
"Hello." He drawled in a seductive purr that probably had woman melting into a muddle at his feet. But no Lilly, who found his fighting skills impressive, but was not attracted to him.
"Excuse me." She said, trying to step around him, but he moved in front of her again.
"You can only dance like that if you are looking for trouble." He told her, that seductiveness ten times as powerful now that he knew it wasn't working.
"Or I can dance like that if I get drunk. Please move." She said evenly, looking up into his face with even eyes. His smile hardened and he looked at her severely, not liking the fact that she was not bending to his will like so many others. She felt something tug at her brain, and the human half of her body felt the need to follow him into the back of the bar, and fuck his brains out the rest of the night. But the inhuman side of her brain told her he was an asshole.
"Don't even try that with me, vampire." She warned, shoving against this chest to move him. He moved about a foot, and she slipped by him while he was still shocked but he recovered enough o put his arm in front of her and stop her hasty escape.
"Eric." Godric said, suddenly by their side. Eric looked at him closely for a moment, and then let his arm drop to his side. She moved out of the bar quickly, with a thankful look at the ancient vampire Godric, and into the night air. Whether she thought it was a good idea or bad, she was going to be going to the bar again, to see Godric, whether she realized it yet or not.