Le Vampire Ch.1: Personals
Lauren sat at the table in her kitchen, glancing over the personals section of the paper. Her eyes stopped on one that sounded good. "Dark 24 yr. old male, mysterious and interesting. Must be open to all aspects of a full-blooded relationship. Call 555-6674, females only. Leave a message during day. Name Victor." Lauren thought he sounded like her type of guy, smiling at the "full blooded" remark . . . if only he knew just how full blooded she was. She dialed the number, and was surprised when a rich tenor voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello." She replied sexily, her British accent slightly elongating the vowels.
"May I ask who this is?"
"Oh, my name is Lauren, I'm calling about you add, in the personals . . . "
"Oh, yes, of course. Please, do tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm 22, and fairly dark and mysterious myself. I enjoy everything, and Iβm open."
"You sound like just what I was looking for. Care to meet?"
"If I didn't, would I call? Meet me at Le Vampyre, tonight, in one hour." She replied, naming a fairly well known gothic and punk club.
"I look forward to it. I"m blonde and I will wear a black shirt and jeans,β and with that he hung up the phone.
Victor looked at the phone as he set it down, wondering if somehow he's been mistaken and this girl had figured out who, and what he was. Her choice of places to meet, was it a coincidence or more? Maybe he shouldn't have placed the add, maybe. He should have left out the blooded remark. Well, too late now. He began to dress. Black Sex Pistols shirt, faded jeans, black Doc Marten combat boots. He ran a hand through his bleach blond hair, slicking it back. He hoped he looked good. But a mirror would have been nice.
Lauren laughed to herself as she laid out clothes to wear. This man, this boy, he had no idea what he was getting into. She put a black bra on, with matching black thong and looked in the mirror, wishing she could see herself. But she knew her body was firm and toned, her breasts a nice 38C, her ass toned and firm as when she was young. She picked up the pants she had picked, baggy black cargo pants, and slipped them on, letting them ride her hips, and grabbed the fishnet shirt off her bed, and put it on. She grabbed a tube of hair glue off her dresser and spiked her bright blue hair up. She tied on knee high black Doc Martens, and smiled at the blank mirror.
Lauren arrived at the club first, sitting in one of the little tables on the balcony, waiting for this Victor to arrive. When she saw him, she almost fell off her chair. Ye gods, he was hot! And he radiated sexuality . . . and something else, something she couldn't put her finger on, that is until he sat down in front of her . . .
Victor looked at the lovely morsel sitting in front of him, as surprised as she was. His senses in full force, he looked at her, dumbstruck. She was a vision of beauty, and something else, and it struck them both.
"Vampire!" They said, at the same time.
"Did you know?" Victor asked at the same time Lauren exclaimed, "I had no idea!"