"ONE MORE SHOT." The girl on the stool dropped her head onto the counter and groaned loudly. Her light blonde hair formed a curtain over her face.
"I better not get fired for this," the bartender replied. "I shouldn't be letting you in before the club opens."
"I know, Finn," she muttered. "Like I say every time, I promise I'll be out by midnight; before the rush time starts. Just get me a Vodka, please?"
"I'm confused," The guy, Finn, sounded genuinely curious. He picked up a botte of Vodka and poured her glass half-full. "Don't your parents worry that every Saturday you get home after midnight, beyond wasted?"
"They don't mind," she lied, lifting her hand up and tugging at her fringe. "Because..." Just as she tried to think of an excuse, the door of the bar opened and a man walked in. The girl swore under her breath at the sight of the man.
His skin was as pale as ivory and his pitch black hair was in dishevelled curls. He had deep golden eyes and a sharp, angular face. Light stubble grew on his face and he wore a dark gray suit with a tie.
"Mr V-Valentia," Finn stammered. "You're h-here early." The man turned to look at the girl, anger flashing across his face.
"Who is this little girl?" he demanded, scowling at him.
"She's a-a friend of m-mine..."
"I'm right here, guys," the girl intervened, standing up. "I am Veronica and you can't possibly blame Finn for my presence. I forced him to let me in." He growled quietly, his eyes darkening.
"Shut up," he hissed. "Finn, don't you know that you're not allowed let humans in before hours? You're-"
"Whoa, dude," Veronica stepped in front of the man and gave him a winning smile. "Calm down, there. You are not going to fire Finn because of me."
"On the contrary," the man replied. "I was never planning on firing Finn."
"Then why don't you do to me what you were planning to do to him," she smirked. "I could probably take it."
"Really, now?" he raised an eyebrow in question.
"Yeah, I think I can."
"There's something about you," his cold expression faltered ever so slightly. "But I can't quite tell what it is." He glanced at Finn. "She can stay."
"Really?" he asked, shocked. The man didn't bother replying to him and instead looked intently back at Veronica.
"You have a name?" she asked as she settled back down onto the stool.
"It's Danté," he told her.
"Unusual," she commented. "So you're the owner?"
"U-huh."
Finn placed a glass of vodka in front of her. The man, Danté, gave him a glare and he hastily poured vodka into another glass, before sliding it in front of him.
"A toast," Veronica began. "A toast to Finn not getting fired."
"A toast to us meeting," Danté responded gruffly.
*
Unlike Veronica promised, she had not left before midnight but had spent hours in the pub, getting beyond wasted. She stumbled out of the door, clutching onto the railing.
"Need a hand?" a deep and familiar voice prompted. She looked up to see Danté in the shadows.
"But you were just inside," she slurred. "And now you're..." Veronica sighed. "I've definitely drank too much."
"You know how earlier you told me to do whatever I wanted?" he said.
"Something like that."
"So, I'm going to do to you what I planned on doing to Finn." His eyes flashed with black and Veronica blinked, unable to believe what she had seen. Next time she wouldn't drink anywhere near as much.
"Which is?"
Danté neared her, and lifted his hand to touch the side of her face. She took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of his pearl-white teeth. He had two very sharp teeth on his top row of teeth.
"You like my fangs?" he smirked, lifting her wrist to his lips. They were real. This time she wasn't imagining it.
"What are you going to do to me?"
He pressed the veins of her wrist against the tip of his fangs. "Wrong question." His teeth pierced her and she yelled out in pain. Blood ran down her arm, dripping onto her clothes.
"What are you?" The fear was only increasing by the second, making her numb.
"Correct question," he mocked. "Vampire."
"W-what?" she stuttered, as he pulled away, tucking a lose strand of light hair behind her ear. "A-are you going t-to kill me?"
Danté Valentia smile deepened, as her blood trickled from his lips. She trembled, watching as his eyes turned completely black.
"Where's the fun in that?"
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