Wasted/"My Hero…"

That same evening, in a desperate attempt to put the agitating echoes of past events from her mind, Lizette turned to the humans for her entertainment. Though it was dark, it was only

nine o'clock, and she felt was drawn towards a crowded Bar & Grill that was overflowing with college-aged students. Its tug on her power was hardly different from any other vampire's

magnetic attraction to large crowds. But something was different this time as Lizette parked in the only available space she could find and emerged from the automobile. She was standing

at the front of her car for a brief inspection, her eyes fell on the handicap sign right in front of her spot. Well that certainly explained why such a convenient parking space had been

vacant… But she didn't feel much like finding a new space, she had gotten a little irritable since her last feeding-what had it been? Maybe two or three whole days ago? No wonder her

patience was so strained.

After taking a quick glance in either direction, she wrapped her petite left hand around the steel steak and gave a brief tug… She stowed the uprooted handicap sign behind a few bushes

along the front of the laundrey-mat adjoining the Bar & Grill, humming to herself as she headed for the entrance. And once inside, she soon realized that all the bar stools were occupied-

one of them by a boy and girl who were kissing so feverishly that Lizette had to take a double take just to make sure they weren't doing eachother any permanent damage. But she saw

a space between two boys who were proudly flaunting their Fraternity jackets, and she squeezed in to eye the bartender.

"Excuse me?" she kindly addressed the tall, gangly man behind the county who had a tremendous need of a good shave and at least ten or fifteen years her senior-and perhaps a splash

of cold water to the face. But seeing her appeared to be all the ice water he needed, because he perked right up.

"Why, hello there little lady. What can I get for you?" he asked a little too nicely for Lizette's liking, but she could use a drink.

"Tequila sour, please?" she said sweetly, giving him a feminine smile that caused his entire face to flush a deep red as he prepared the drink for her. He was about to hand it to her when

he suddenly withdrew his arm, an apologetic look on his face as he explained.

"I'm gonna need to see some ID, miss." Lizette rolled her eyes and leaned forward over the bar to look directly into his eyes.

"How about you give me the drink and forget this whole conversation?" she challenged, using just a little mind control to enforce her suggestion and an innocent smile to top it off. His

eyes went blank and he handed her the glass, mumbling a couple incoherent words that mattered little to Lizette, and he got right back to work as though she had not been there-but

with a puzzled sort of expression on his face.

Lizette smirked as she took a sip and turned around to monitor the crowd. It appeared to be just a typical party for the college students, and she had certainly seen her fair share of them

in the past forty-plus years.

At that moment a dark figure suddenly drifted by her, she caught it in peripheral vision and her head shot to find the source. But, much to her disappointment, she could not find one, so

she took another sip. She was getting bored as she searched the many faces, hoping to find one whose mind at least somewhat sparked her interest. Before she realized it, she had

downed her fifth glass and the room was starting to move ever so slightly and she grabbed her head in vain attempts to stop the spinning and she staggered out a back door to vomit,

looking up only to find herself in a dark alley with the dark figure of a man lounging against the brick wall. Or leaning against it for support? She couldn't tell in her current state of mine.

(A/N: Yes, my vampires can get drunk. Lol)

He had startled her and she nearly lost her balance, but the strange man quickly caught her. "Easy there, girl." Lizette could smell the alcohol on his breath, but that was the least of her

worries… she stared up at this mysterious man. She knew him from somewhere. She couldn't recall where she knew him from, but she was certain that she knew him from somewhere…

He had straight, black hair and his oak-leaf green eyes were set deep beneath the frame that his thick black brows created-giving him a severe expression. His nose was long and

narrow, and his jaw was strong and square… she would know him anywhere, and yet she couldn't formulate coherent words from her jumbled-up thoughts. All that she could say in her

heavily intoxicated state, was "My hero…" and she collapsed into his arms…

A/N: yeah, I know… this one is really short. Sorry, but I had this one stuck in my head all day trying to get it just right. Yay! Two chapters in 1 day! :)