I stepped into the Cat's Meow around 11:30 p.m. I needed to find a phone and the Cat's Meow seemed as good a place as any. Located in the Quarter, The Catโs Meow is a female strip bar, so the first thing that I saw when I walked in the door was a young man in a thong and police hat dancing on a stage.
I love New Orleans. You can always has whatever you want, especially in the French Quarter. It had always been that way. Since the city had been founded. I know because I was around when the city was just a pirate haven, filled with cutthroats and thieves.
I looked around and spotted a pay phone at the back of the room near the bathrooms. As I said before I had just flown into New Orleans and needed to call Mrs. Smith, the lady who cleaned my town house. I needed to see if she had it ready for me to inhabit. I like that Work inhabit. Maybe Iโm just old fashioned.
After I had gotten done talking on the phone I decided to get a drink while I was there. I turned to go the bar when a new dancer caught my attention. He was one fine young man and he had practically the whole bar of women drooling. It was quite interesting to watch. Perhaps because I not a human I'm somewhat more immune to the charms of men, then were human women.
He was tall maybe four inches over six feet with black hair, black eyes, a classically handsome probably Italian face. Oh, and a body to die for. He sort of reminded me of the poet Byron. He just had that brooding look about him.
When his dance had ended he caught my eye and held contact for a few seconds. Then he left the stage, women still drooling after him. Shaking my head I went to the bar, plopped on a stool, and ordered a margarita.
The Cat's Meow had the best margaritas. If you ask me I think that the owner Alex, also a vampire, put some kind of happy potion in them. I can never get him to tell though. Iโll get it out of him one of these days though.
As I was taking a sip of my drink I saw the young dancer out of the corner of my eye. He came up and boldly as you please and asked if the stool next to me was occupied and then proceeded to plop right down on it. He took a lock of my hair and wound it around his fingers.
"You're a very beautiful woman. Your red hair and green eyes are what caught my attention and I said to myself, go for it Gabriel, sheโs too beautiful to pass up. So that is what I'm doing now." He leaned a little closer.
Normally I don't get involved with humans but I decided to make and exception tonight. He was handsome and arrogant and he reminded me much of Eric, the one who made me a vampire.
"Well I am glad that you decided not to pass little old me up. That just makes my night." I smiled at him seductively and he chuckled.
"Well I'm glad that I made your night. Tell me, what's your name?" He had let go of my hair and was caressing my shoulder and by that time I knew that I had found a plaything for the night.
"My name is Kayorai. Kayorai Knight. And you?"
I knew Gabriel so far. A name that I happened to like. Funny that I can like the name of an archangel, a creature of God, when itโs said vampires donโt have souls. I think that that is wrong. Every living creature has a soul. I assure you readers that I am a living person, just like you. I eat and drink and breath just like you. I feel pain and pleasure and I have emotions. Strong emotions. Perhaps because I have lived for so long I am more sensitive then I was as a human.