Spooky season greetings, dear readers. And welcome to a new fic offering from me for your reading pleasure. This piece is something in the way of a new one for me, as I'll be working with a pairing that'll be a first for me. And just who is this pairing, you may be asking? For this piece, I'll be working with the pairing of The Miz (The A-Lister) and his beautiful wife Maryse ...with a supernatural twist. And just what is the supernatural twist? Read on to find out, and I hope you all enjoy, my boos. =)
(Disclaimer: I own none of the wrestlers and the gimmicks they have/had. They are the property of themselves and the WWE, AEW, and the other promotions they work for. I only own the ideas going into this.)
It had been a rough few weeks for Mike Mizanin. He was still trying to get over having his heart broken by his girlfriend of five years, but was having no such luck in that area. He could still hear his now ex-girlfriend's last words bouncing around in his thoughts.
"Face it, Mike! We haven't been all that happy for a while now. I just found someone who knows how to please a woman."
Those words really cut Mike to the core, as ...well, he thought it wasn't true. He was the perfect gentleman, and he always got his ex what she wanted when she wanted it, ...so how did things manage to go so wrong?
"Mikey," a voice could be heard calling to the brunette. "Yo. Mikey, you home in there, man?"
Blinking as he managed to snap out of his inner mental storm, Mike said "I'm sorry, John. Were you saying something?"
"Yeah. I was asking if you wanted to go out and do something tonight," Mike's friend, a man named John Morrison said. "I figure a night out might do you some good."
"That sounds nice and all, but I don't feel-"
"Stop! Don't even say it. Don't even say that you don't feel up for it. You say that all the time, and you know it's a total load of shit," John interrupted. "Mike, look. It's been weeks since your breakup. You need to move on already."
For as much as Mike wanted to argue this, he knew his friend was right. He had been in a slump ever since his breakup, but he wasn't really doing anything to move past it. So….
"OK, John. Let's go out and do something. You're right, after all. I'm not going to get over this by just moping around," Mike said.
"Hell yeah!" John shouted as he fist pumped the air. "Don't worry, Mike. We're going to have a great night out. Trust me."
"Whatever you say, man," Mike shook his head as he laughed and headed to go shower and change his clothes. He knew a night out was just what he needed. ...He just had no idea what his night out would hold.
…
Walking down the sidewalk and laughing at John's mocking of his ex after they had a few drinks and a bite to eat at one of their favorite restaurants, Mike found that he was feeling a lot better. 'I guess all it took was a friend talking me out of the house.'
The duo had made their way down the sidewalk a bit further before-
"Here we are! The perfect spot for you to come and forget about your troubles," John excitedly said as he looked up at the club he and Mike stopped at.
Looking up at the building and seeing the neon sign that bore the name of the club, Mike said "Oh no, John. Hell no" before he turned to walk away.
Grabbing the brunette's arm, John said "Oh no. No you don't."
"John! You do know what this club is, don't you?" Mike asked, trying not to lose his cool.
"Yeah, I do. Why do you ask?" John asked, rather nonchalantly.
Wanting to say something but not finding the words to do so, Mike just shook his head as he followed the brunette into the club, named ...Club Plasma. As he looked around the crowd of club-goers, Mike could already begin to see some of the activity that gave the club its name. 'A bite bar. Of all the places John could think to take me to, it had to be a fucking bite bar,' the brunette thought with a scoff as he caught glances of some of the club's patrons talking with some of the club's employees and a few others like them-with some that were showing glimpses of their fangs-while there were others dancing to the music that was playing.
Taking in the familiar sights of the club, John finally came across the person he came to see for the night standing at the bar talking to another woman who was seated. "There's my girl."
Turning around as soon as she heard the all-too-familiar voice, the raven-haired woman smiled. "John! I was wondering what was keeping you."
"Yeah. Sorry I'm late, but I got busy with something," John began as he gave the woman a hug.
"And what "something" could that have been? You didn't end up getting caught up in some movie marathon, did you?"
"No, actually. I had to swing by and check on a friend of mine."
"Is this friend of yours the cutie standing behind you?" Melina asked, having taken notice of the other man standing behind John.
"Yes, it is," John smiled, stepping back to where Mike was. Bringing the other man forward, John said "Melina, Maryse. This is my good friend Mike Mizanin. Mike, these two fine ladies are Melina Perez and her friend Maryse Ouellet."
"Ladies," Mike said with a quick wave of his hand.
"Hi, Mike," Melina smiled with a wave.
Seeing the smile the raven-haired woman gave him sent a shiver up Mike's spine. Just catching a glimpse of the slight points of her teeth, ...it did not help with the uneasiness that had a firm grip on him. Looking past Melina, Mike couldn't help but take notice of her friend, who was looking at her manicured nails. 'Well, for a bloodsucker, I'll give Maryse this. She's pretty damn hot,' Mike thought as he looked Maryse over. From her long hair that was a platinum blonde color to the knee-length black dress she was wearing to her heels that strapped around her ankles, her makeup that consisted of a bit of eyeshadow and lip gloss and the few pieces of jewelry she wore, the brunette found the platinum blonde to be quite attractive.
Having taken notice of this, an idea came to Melina. "Hey, John. You want to come dance with me? I want to show you some moves I've learned."
This sounded like a fairly odd request to John, as Melina …well, she wasn't exactly the most graceful when it came to dancing; if he could be totally honest with himself, he thought the ravenette was a bit of a klutz on the dance floor. It wasn't until he followed her gaze over to where Mike and Maryse were that he pieced it together. "Yeah, sure, babe. I can't wait to see what kind of moves you want to show me. Mike, you'll be cool hanging back over here with Maryse, won't you?"
'Hang back over here with Maryse? Has John lost his damn mind?!' Mike thought, trying to keep a clamp on his sudden panic. Before he could open his mouth to object, it was too late as Mike watched John and Melina weave their way through the slight throng of other clubgoers. Turning to look back at the still seated platinum blonde, Mike wasn't quite sure how to even go about trying to break the ice with her. So, digging into what he'd seen in movies, Mike moved over a bit to Maryse before leaning against the bar and asking with a grin "So. You come here often?"
So, it's looking like Mike isn't too keen on John's choice of club. ...But then again, who would, given that they're in a club among vampires? At least he's going to try to make the most of a crummy situation (for him, at least) by trying his luck with striking up a chat with Maryse. And just how will this pan out for Mike? We shall find out...next time! Until then, don't forget to RR please. =)
(Stay safe, warm, and healthy out there, lovelies. *sends much love and many positive vibes out to you all*)