“Oh Lex, you think that if a man lived for hundreds of years he would eventually learn that when a woman says no she means no, but alas, that’s not the case. Also, did you know you fuckers are stout?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at her statement and slid the shot of alcohol he’d poured towards her. James watched Ada take the shot like it was water. Man, he admired a woman that could handle her booze. In fact, that was the first thing that let him know that Ada was someone he’d get along with. That and her sarcastic, wild attitude made for an incredible force to be reckoned with.
“My night is going alright Lex, only one unwanted come on so it’s pretty good so far. How are you doin?”
Hearing this, James looked down; he knew his eyes were probably a bit bloodshot. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like she was obligated to feed him. As she peered at him, he glanced up at her. Her steady gaze was killing him.
“You need to eat?”
She responded as soon as she saw his eyes. Was it that obvious? He smiled slightly at her quick observation. Though she now knew he was hungry, he still attempted to hide his now elongating fangs.
“Don’t be shy now; I’m a walking buffet after all. I’ve achieved my long time dream of running around and letting strangers bite me.”
James laughed at her sarcasm and frankness. The hard truth is that, in essence, many vamps saw humans to be just that. He sighed. If only it wasn’t like that. He watched Ada turn her neck to see the couple dancing to some salsa music that came on. The man was one he’d seen before that took many women to and from here. In his arms was a gorgeous vamp that James had never seen before. She moved with such grace, it seemed that she’d been incredibly experienced in dance. And she gave off such a feeling that it seemed she was almost regal. What’s someone like him doing with a lady like her?.
When they finished the dance, Ada cheered, and James spotted her jugular. His mouth watered as his fangs fully elongated. He picked up Ada’s hand, spotting a pale vein near the surface. He pulled her hand to his lips, but instead of biting her, he nipped her just enough to break her skin than gently sucked the blood from her as a baby would to a mother, only taking as much as he needed. There was no use in gulping down large amounts, that was just greedy. Once he finished, he licked the remaining blood from the spot and kissed her hand.
“Always looking out for me aren’t you m'amie?”
“Let me be up front; I'm hot. You're so foine that it's crazy. You're a vamp, I'm a vamp. Let's get outta here. Let's fuck.”
James frowned, looking over to the pair that had arrived at the bar. How rude could he be?
“Put the baby fangs away, boy.”
James took notice of the…the almost extravagantly long fangs this woman had. Damn… The scum retreated away at the mere sight of them, and James didn’t blame him.
“Four Horsemen with O neg would be nice.”
James smiled at the woman then looked back to Ada.
“Duty calls cher.”
James laid her hand back onto the countertop and smiled at the lady. He picked up and spun five different bottles, tossing and spinning them with flair. Another woman that knows her alcohol. Remembering his fangs were protruding, he retracted them as he poured the O negative blood into the shot glass followed by four different kinds of whiskey. Then he slid it to the lady.
“I hope you enjoy it, ma belle.”