07-22-2017, 06:47 PM
A beautiful woman rendered in shades of grey saunters through the crowded nightclub. The rainbow lights flashing on her body give the strange illusion that her white skin and grey dress are shifting colors constantly. She wears long black gloves up to her elbows, a pearl necklace, as a devastating smile that would show a pair of sharp white fangs.
Her name is Audrey.
The crowd seems to part before her as she approaches the dance stage, smiling coyly as she watched the dance battle between the elf and the scarred troll. The elves long eared friends cheered him on from the sidelines and he pop, locked, and dropped, respectively. The troll’s friends, a motley group of bridge trolls and dwarves, roar as the troll begins to break dance wildly. The elves begin to hurl insults, and Audrey walks away.
The music is blaring when she sidles up to the bar, next to an ivory skinned stranger. Audrey flashes him a dangerous smile and leans forward on the bar, pouting cutely until the bartender notices her. The bartender smiles and shouts something, but nothing can be heard. He walks over to her, spinning a bottle on the back of his hand, chatting his head off although he can’t be heard over the crunchy beats.
Audrey nods, smiles, and even laughs at one point, seemingly so overcome with mirth that she has to hold onto Tor’s shoulder for support. The gang leader rolls his eyes as the vampire lays it on thick.
The two recognize each other, if not by sight at least by reputation.
The bartender pulls out a gothy looking bottle from under the bar, and Audrey gets on her knees classily and grabs the hose on a beer bong. The bartender’s eyes flicker for a moment as he uncaps the bottle, but then his smile is back and his pouring the dark red liquid down the tube. Tor’s eyes follow the blood down the clear tube a Audrey greedily swallows the entire bottle. She stands up, her pupils dilated and her fangs extended, her bright red lips clashing oddly with otherwise grey-and-white body. With lightning speed she closes in on Tor, pressing her lips almost to his ear, but he does not flinch.
Audrey whispers something in his ear. Tor does not hear her over the music, but he nods. Audrey grins, her white teeth flecked with blood.
***
The next few hours are a blur. Tor and Audrey dance and drink and flirt, neither of them hearing a single word the other said. At one point, a fight breaks out between the trolls and the elves, somehow Tor and Audrey end up involved, and the fights ends with security dragging away the troll and elf bodies while Tor and Audrey laugh and take over the dance stage. Tor also seems to recall Audrey licking blood from his navel; he might even have had a sip too.
They stumble out the back door, laughing and holding each other up. Tor presses Audrey against a wall in the alley behind the bar, but the classy lady giggles and steps to his side.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said, darling?” she asks in her strange accent. Tor grins.
“I didn’t have too. Lemme guess; you wanna rob somebody?” the reflection replies.
Audrey grins back. “Good guess.”
Her name is Audrey.
The crowd seems to part before her as she approaches the dance stage, smiling coyly as she watched the dance battle between the elf and the scarred troll. The elves long eared friends cheered him on from the sidelines and he pop, locked, and dropped, respectively. The troll’s friends, a motley group of bridge trolls and dwarves, roar as the troll begins to break dance wildly. The elves begin to hurl insults, and Audrey walks away.
The music is blaring when she sidles up to the bar, next to an ivory skinned stranger. Audrey flashes him a dangerous smile and leans forward on the bar, pouting cutely until the bartender notices her. The bartender smiles and shouts something, but nothing can be heard. He walks over to her, spinning a bottle on the back of his hand, chatting his head off although he can’t be heard over the crunchy beats.
Audrey nods, smiles, and even laughs at one point, seemingly so overcome with mirth that she has to hold onto Tor’s shoulder for support. The gang leader rolls his eyes as the vampire lays it on thick.
The two recognize each other, if not by sight at least by reputation.
The bartender pulls out a gothy looking bottle from under the bar, and Audrey gets on her knees classily and grabs the hose on a beer bong. The bartender’s eyes flicker for a moment as he uncaps the bottle, but then his smile is back and his pouring the dark red liquid down the tube. Tor’s eyes follow the blood down the clear tube a Audrey greedily swallows the entire bottle. She stands up, her pupils dilated and her fangs extended, her bright red lips clashing oddly with otherwise grey-and-white body. With lightning speed she closes in on Tor, pressing her lips almost to his ear, but he does not flinch.
Audrey whispers something in his ear. Tor does not hear her over the music, but he nods. Audrey grins, her white teeth flecked with blood.
***
The next few hours are a blur. Tor and Audrey dance and drink and flirt, neither of them hearing a single word the other said. At one point, a fight breaks out between the trolls and the elves, somehow Tor and Audrey end up involved, and the fights ends with security dragging away the troll and elf bodies while Tor and Audrey laugh and take over the dance stage. Tor also seems to recall Audrey licking blood from his navel; he might even have had a sip too.
They stumble out the back door, laughing and holding each other up. Tor presses Audrey against a wall in the alley behind the bar, but the classy lady giggles and steps to his side.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said, darling?” she asks in her strange accent. Tor grins.
“I didn’t have too. Lemme guess; you wanna rob somebody?” the reflection replies.
Audrey grins back. “Good guess.”