This will probably be a two shot.
Seattle, 2014
Lucien looked at his reflection in the mirror and wiped few drops of blood off his face. Perfect. He was in the men's room of one of the finest hotels in Seattle and he had just drained a very rude young man who had dared to insult him. Normally he wouldn't have killed someone in so public place, but he had lost his temper and he didn't regret it. The foolish human had acted very arrogantly.
Carelessly Lucien glanced at couple of members of his security team who were just getting rid of the body. Lucien smiled and picked up a white carnation he had for some reason taken from the young man. Not many men, especially young men, wore carnations in their buttonholes in this day and age. Lucien was wearing a black suit and a black silk pocket square, so he thought the white carnation would look good.
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Castle?" Gregory, the head of Lucien's security team, asked.
"Not right now," Lucien replied. "I believe I'll go back to the restaurant and have a drink."
"Yes, sir. Have a good night."
Hopefully he would. He was in Seattle for business, but his meeting was tomorrow, so he had time to relax and find himself some entertainment for tonight. The hotel restaurant was classy, as it should be. The night was still young, so the restaurant wasn't full. Lucien returned to his table and ordered a drink. His eyes scanned the dining hall, but he didn't see anyone even slightly interesting. No one worth his time. Oh well, he had planned to go to a bar anyway. Beautiful women, music, drinking… That sounded like a good night. He ordered another drink and concentrated on his phone.
"Excuse me?" a cautious female voice said.
Lucien looked up and saw a young woman standing next to his table. She was a pale brunette who had glasses. Her floral dress was quite ugly and the girl herself wasn't much to look at. Definitely not Lucien's type.
"Tom?" she asked.
Lucien frowned and was just about to correct her when he noticed that she was looking at the carnation. Apparently she thought that he was the man he had killed. A blind date? Probably since she didn't know what this Tom looked like. Well, maybe she wasn't Lucien's type, but she could be a nice dessert. He smiled and stood up.
"Yes, that's right."
She still looked cautious and nervous, but she tried to smile.
"Hi. I'm Romy."
"It's nice to meet you, Romy."
He paused and pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you," she murmured and sat down.
He followed her example and gave her a charming smile. It made her blush. This would be ridiculously easy.
"I… I hope you didn't wait for long," she said.
"Not at all," he assured. "I'm glad you're here. Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water, please."
"Sure."
He ordered her a glass of sparkling water; she didn't want anything to eat either. Judging by her heartbeat, she was becoming more and more nervous. Well, obviously she had noticed that he was out of her league. Now when he thought about it, so had been the man he had killed. Poor girl, her night wouldn't have ended well either way. It was strange though that she hadn't wanted to see a picture of her date beforehand. Her hands were shaking as she lifted her glass.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah. I… As you can probably see, I've never done anything like this before." She paused and bit her bottom lip. "Can I ask… Is Tom your real name?"
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, why do you ask?"
She looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I… You must think I'm really pathetic."
"No, of course not."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"Should… should we talk about the money first? It was 500, right?"
Lucien stared at her; it took a moment before he managed to reply.
"What?"
"Your fee? 500 dollars?"
Oh… Apparently Tom was a male escort. Lucien had to struggle for not to burst into laughter. This was simply hilarious.
"Yes, that's right."
She nodded and lifted her bag.
"Do you want it beforehand or…?"
"No, no, we have time, darling. I trust you."
She looked at him insecurely.
"Should I tell you what I want?"
He suppressed a grin and leaned towards her.
"Yes, absolutely. Tell me all your naughty little fantasies."
Again she hesitated; a flush was rising in her cheeks. Lucien had no doubt that she would taste delicious.
"I… I'm going to be honest to you, the reason why I'm doing this… I'm dying. You don't have to worry, it's nothing contagious and I don't expect pity. What I would like is to be close to someone, just this once. Don't worry, I'm not asking… that. What I would like is a kiss. And if it's not too repulsive to you, I would like you to hold me. That's all."
Lucien stared at her disbelievingly.
"You would pay 500 dollars for that?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
She tensed.
"That's my business."
"Alright, fair enough."
She looked at him cautiously.
"Do we have a deal?"
He smiled.
"Absolutely. I can promise you the most unforgettable night of your life."