*sings horribly off tune* Baby tonight, the DJ's got us fallin' in loooooooove agaaaaaain!
Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
The heavy bass blared throughout the club as the man and his angel observed the dance floor, packed with tipsy strangers grinding against one another.
"This is called, dubstep," the angel supplied not-so-helpfully to the man beside her. She shot him a broad, indulgent grin.
"I didn't need to know that," he cringed as he observed what the music was doing to the people dancing...if you could call it that.
"Not all of us have archaic tastes in music. The world changes, you know," she sniffed as she took a sip from her gin and tonic."
He looked amused. "Angels are allowed to drink?"
She smirked. "We're angels, not saints. Now-" she turned around and magically procured several drinks, shoving them toward the man. "Go share with your sister and her friends."
She watched as he disappeared into the crowd, and re-emerged from the other side, tray of drinks still in tact, only to find the majority of the table, gone.
"Where'd everyone go?" He asked his sister's visitor, the only one left at the table.
"Um, it seems as if your sister ran off onto the dancefloor with Nikolai."
Of course, the two had an odd, are-we-just-friends-or-are-we-something-else going on for a while now.
"And then her two other friends - I forgot their names - the two who can't stop giggling, they found some guys to buy them drinks are the bar."
"That's very rude," the man frowned, "to leave you here all by yourself."
"I'm not all by myself anymore. You're here!" The young woman smiled, and the man found himself smiling back at her. "Also, I want to take this chance to thank you for the past few days. You didn't have to take time off from work just to show me around."
"It's no trouble at all. It's been nice, getting away from work, break from the usual routine." He admitted honestly, surprising himself.
"Yes, I'm sure it is," she smiled, a flash of something in her eyes, before looking down to sip her drink.
The flash of emotion, though brief, did not go unnoticed by the man. However, he was wise enough not to question it.
"Are you ready?" The angel asked several hours later, when the club was still packed, and its patrons even more loaded with alcohol.
"Please," her companion scoffed, "I am the Angel of Drink and Good Fucking Times! This is what I was born to do."
Oh shit...what have I done? She sighed.
Well...no turning back now.
She pulled out her silver stake, her favorite weapon in her arsenal (the stupid bow and arrow were nowhere to be found, curse that stupid baby), and glanced over at her companion.
He already had procured his weapon of choice with a great fancy flourish, his grand, gold violin appeared in his hands.
"Mhm, and a one, and a two and a…"
A melody rang out throughout the club, a tune so marvelous, so bewitching, it was above the capacity for humans to hear its beauty. Instead though, they felt it. Or rather, those who were meant to feel the music, did.
To those unaffected, it seemed that nothing was amiss. The club was still packed, the drinks were still flowing, and the night was still young.
For those impacted though the club was still present...but everything just seemed more dreamy, more radiant, more...appealing.
The angel grinned as he watched couple after couple fall under his magic, some choosing to flee the club for more privacy while others were dangerously edging closer to public indecency. He spied his colleague as she made her way through the crowd, flipping her gleaming silver stakes over and over in her hands, as she scanned the room. Unlike with his song, causing a good deal of people to fall under the spell of lust; the force of love was much more selective.
Quite literally.
Love approached one couple, clinging onto one another on the dance floor.
Staked.
Another duo, furiously making out in a booth. Both parties having no thoughts beyond a quick one night stand.
Well, Love had other plans.
Staked.
Finally, her ultimate objective.
The man and the woman had quite a few drinks in them more, and their once innocent dance was quickly becoming something more intimate.
What a perfect time for a stake through the heart.
For the first time in several days, he didn't even notice the angel as she toward him. He only had eyes for the lady in front of him. He didn't even notice when came up beside the couple and-
Staked.
This time, both parties startled slightly with a jolt, feeling a soft tingling in their chests. Before either could question anything though, this...feeling, an indescribable sensation, ran through their systems, and everything else was forgotten.
The angel seemed pleased with the result. She had hit the both with a smaller dose of love, so that it would take longer to see the results.
No matter though, she thought as she rejoined her fellow angel, it is meant to happen eventually.
From beside her, the ethereal being grinned broadly as he surveyed his handy work: a mass of horny, drunk humans.
"Dear Angel, do I love my job!"
We'll see what happens soon...if anything did... ;D
Until then, I wish you a nice day/night wherever you may be. Please, be kind to one another.