THIS DUDE'S FACE SCRUNCHES up like he's trying to solve a riddle as he asks, "So, when did you get here, and how?" His eyes were all bright and curious, and I couldn't help but crack a smile.
I let out a chuckle and teased, "Come on, man, you think I'm just going to spill the beans like that? Give me some credit!" His frustration was kind of hilarious, I had to admit.
I switched gears and took a look around. "Hey, by the way, I'm Vivaldi Monteverdi," I said, admiring the place. "Your crib is sweet! It's cosy but super cool at the same time. It seems like you are flying solo here. Maybe we could room together or something?" I suggested with a hopeful grin.
But the dude's face went all serious, and he demanded, "What are you doing here?"
I couldn't resist poking the bear a little, so I quipped, "Don't you mean, 'What brings your fabulous self to my humble abode?'"
His gaze got all intense, and his voice dropped low. "Just answer the question."
I let out a sigh and leveled with him. "Look, man, I just needed a friend, you know? Someone I could call a brother, someone to chat with."
He scoffed and said, "I don't need a little brother. They're too whiny and annoying."
But I wasn't giving up that easily. "Come on, give me a chance."
This dude's eyes narrowed into slits as he growled, "I saw you snooping around in the shadows with those glowing red eyes. What the heck are you, and why were you spying on me? Did someone send you?"
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Dude, really? I could ask you the same thing! And speaking of, I saw your little fang fest out there, slurping that dude's blood like it was a slurpee. Gotta say, it was pretty wild to watch." I couldn't help but grin as shock flashed across his face. He was probably freaking out that I knew his secret.
"Look, bro, we both know what's up," I continued, raising an eyebrow. "I know what you are, and you know what I am. Let's just keep this between us, alright? Nobody else has to know."
"Gotta say, bro, you've got some serious guts," I said, my voice dropping low. "Draining that driver in front of everyone without worrying about those pesky vampire hunters… you're not exactly playing by the rules, huh?"
He raised an eyebrow at me, like he was trying to figure me out. "You have been keeping tabs on me?"
I paused for a sec, trying to find the right words to explain my whole deal. "Not exactly," I admitted. "But see, I've got this major problem. I'm cursed, and I need a First blood vamp to help me break it. The thing is, you guys are all sneaky and hiding from humans and hunters, so it's been a real pain in the neck trying to find one."
"Thing is, every time I catch a vamp's scent, I can't let 'em slip away," I explained. "If they get away, I might lose my chance to break this curse. So, I figured maybe you could help me out. You got any leads on a pureblood or a vamp bigwig who could point me in the right direction? I'm begging you, man."
He looked me up and down, his eyes all curious and kind of sympathetic. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't help you," he said with a sigh. "I'm newly turned, and I have no clue who turned me into a bloodsucker. I'm just a regular vamp trying to live a normal life, minus the whole magic and superpowers thing. I don't know any other vamps who could help you out. I'm really sorry, dude."
I couldn't help but smile a little. "Alright, fair enough. But let me ask you something: why do you want to live like a regular Joe when we've got all this magic inside us? We're not humans anymore, so why pretend to be something we're not?"
His voice grew stronger, like he was dead set on his choice. "I want a life without all the drama that comes with being a vamp," he said. "I want a life where I don't have to hide in the shadows and worry about getting hunted down. I want to be more than just some supernatural creature, you know."
I let out a snort and shook my head. "Dude, running away from who you are is going to bite you in the butt."
His face scrunched up, all confused. "What do you mean?"
"Blood, man! You don't want to skip meals, trust me. I tried going cold turkey once and almost got staked by some vampire hunters. And I was being super careful, too! My wolf side's the only thing that saved my skin."
He looked all confused. "Wolf side? What's that about?"
"It doesn't matter right now," I said, shaking my head. "All I'm saying is, you don't want to go full-on human. It's not a good idea."
"But I do! I just have to stick to animal blood," he insisted.
"Listen, man, you gotta be careful. Animal blood's not going to cut it forever. Sooner or later, you're going to want the real deal. It could be something as simple as a paper cut on your buddy's hand, a spot of blood on a counter, or just being too close to someone who's bleeding. The thing is, human blood is like freaking catnip to us vamps. The smell, the taste, the way it makes us feel—it's intense, dude. So, I gotta ask: can you really go without it? Can you fight that craving?"
He was quiet for a minute, really thinking about what I'd said. Then he looked me in the eye, all serious.
"Yeah, I think I can."
I let out a sarcastic laugh, trying to keep the mood light. "Alright then," I said with a smirk. "Time to put your money where your mouth is."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice all shaky and nervous.
Ignoring his question, I clapped my hands together, and bam! Out of nowhere, this super-hot chick walked into the room.
Dude practically jumped out of his skin. "What the heck?! Who is she, and what's she doing here?"
I picked up the remote and turned down the TV, watching him freak out from the corner of my eye. His eyes were darting back and forth between me and the sultry girl, like he was watching a tennis match.
"Oh, her?" I said it all casually. "I was going to have a little snack, but now I want to see if you can pass the test."
"What test?" he squeaked.
Ignoring his question, I called the girl over to sit on my lap. Man, she was something else—all sultry and horny-looking, with plump lips begging to be kissed, seductive brown eyes, killer legs, and a pair of perky boobs that'd make a priest sweat.
I leaned in for a kiss, and she was all over it, our tongues swirling together like melted chocolate. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel her firm tits pressing against my chest. I moved my lips to her neck, and she let out this throaty moan as I ran my tongue over her soft skin.
Without warning, I sank my teeth into her neck, savouring the thick, warm blood that gushed out. Her moans were like music to my ears, her body trembling under my touch.
"Stop!" he shouted, his voice all shaky and panicked. "I can't let you hurt innocent people, not in my house!"
I just smirked and kept going, lost in the moment. The girl's moans were like a siren's song, and I was hooked.
Pulling away from the girl for a sec, I looked deep into her light-brown eyes. "Hey, sweetheart, go over to that hunk of a man over there," I whispered, nodding towards him. "Show him that juicy neck of yours, seduce him, tease him, and do whatever it takes until he can't hold back anymore and takes a bite. Got it?"
The girl nodded obediently and sauntered over to him.
"Vivaldi, stop this!" he shouted, but I just licked the last drops of blood from my fingers, savouring the taste.
"Scared you can't keep your fangs in check, huh?" I taunted with a smirk.
The girl sidled up to him, showing off her bloody neck like it was a prize. Dude's face started to change, his vampy side taking over at the sight of the blood. But he clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to feed.
Grinning like the devil himself, I whispered, "You can feel it, can't you? That thirst, that hunger… It's eating you up inside. Just one little bite, bro. That's all it'll take to satisfy that craving."
"Nah, man, I'm done with the human stuff," he said, his body trembling as he fought the urge to sink his teeth into the girl's neck. "I'd rather stick to the animal juice."
I stood up from my chair and sauntered over to him, getting all up in his personal space. "Oh, come on, bro," I purred, my voice low and seductive. "You know you can't resist the taste of blood. Just think about that sweet, syrupy goodness oozing down your throat. It's like a drug, man!"
"No, I gotta stop," he repeated, gritting his teeth. "It's not what I want."
"But remember how it melts on your tongue, dude? That explosion of flavour that makes your taste buds dance? How can you give that up?"
"I have to," he insisted, still fighting the temptation.
"Just one more hit, bro," I whispered, painting a picture with my words. "Imagine sinking your fangs into that soft flesh, watching the blood drip down onto your tongue. It's like freaking heaven!"
"Stop it!" he pleaded, his eyes snapping open. "You're making it so hard to resist. I can't think straight when you talk like that."
"That's because you know how good it is, man," I said with a smirk. "How it satisfies that craving deep inside you. Give in to the temptation, bro. Embrace the sweet, sweet blood!"
Finally, he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes locked onto her plump lips, just begging to be kissed. Her face was a mix of innocence and raw desire, her big doe eyes gazing up at him. He tilted his head, his gaze now fixed on the blood dripping down her neck.