Authors Note:
This is the first part of my first story so please excuse any awkward places or mistakes. This is set in England where I'm from, so some places may not be familiar.
I hope you enjoy and I would really appreciate any feedback.
This is a romance between a vampire and a human; hopefully the story will progress well. If you're looking for a quick fix, this probably isn't for you.
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Lierah Nicholas looked herself over in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door of their cramped bathroom. She studied herself carefully, from her long deep auburn hair to her high heeled black boots.
"Lierah! Hurry up, I wanna get outta here!" shouted her impatient roommate Charlotte. She sighed and swiftly opened the door. Her stubborn friend stared at her with hands on hips and eyebrows raised, a pout settling on her ruby lips. She wore a black boosteeyay and a red skirt pulled high to accommodate it, this paired with six inch stilettos. She smiled at her friend, hugging her shoulders lightly.
"Happy?" She asked innocently.
"Humph" She stated, dropping her hands. She couldn't stay mad for long, not with Lierah's teasing nature.
"Let's go." Lierah said cheerfully and linked arms with Charlotte.
Before long they had reached the place where they ended up most Friday nights, Pulse. Pulse was always packed with people, so packed that you can't go anywhere without brushing at least 5 people. As usual Benny, the doorman, let them straight in.
They were carried along the never ending flow of people and hopped off at the dance floor. This is wear Penny loved the most, she loved the way her body swayed, twirled and twisted any w\y she wanted it too. She could lose herself in the beat and carried away by the rhythm.
She felt strong hands on her hips guiding her towards her stranger dance partner. She went with it, raising her arms over her head and around his neck. Pressed up against him, she felt the planes of his chest and the flat of his stomach. His biceps encircled her, his hands pressed flat against her stomach. He ground against her and his head dipped to nibble on her neck. This awoke her from her dance induced daze. Especially when a low groan broke out from him and his nibbles turned to rough bites. She wiggled, trying to break free of him but his hold was too firm.
His one hand slid down her stomach to the zipper of her jeans while the other glided under her halter top, dangerously close to her breasts. She stamped on his foot as hard as she could, this surprised him and she whipped around and gave him a harsh slap across the face, leaving long angry red marks down his cheek.
She twirled on her heel but before she could make it more than 3 steps, he'd grabbed her wrist tugging her back to him.
"Let me go!" She yelled over the music.
His alcohol soaked breath settled over her. "C'mon babe, it's only a bit of fun." A malicious grin spread over his face as he trapped her in his iron grip.
*****
Viktor Lestat quietly pulled the door closed and stepped into the hallway. He licked his lips, tasting the last droplets of the girl's blood. She wasn't dead; he'd left her sleeping off her drunken stupor.
Now that his hunger had been satisfied he walked casually from the hotel. In no rush, he languidly made his way down the dark street. The destination in mind was the park, but something made him take a detour the opposite way. After a short time walking he came to a club, a long line of people were waiting outside, some directed to the queue, others let straight in.
He made his way over to the doorman, a large man with a tamed, neatly kept moustache. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Viktor, clearly perturbed by his lack of companion. He looked him up and down and without a word, let him in.
He studied the overcrowded club before him. Packed with people dancing, drinking or fooling around. He shed his leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder. Making his way over to the bar, he ignored the many hands brushing and touching him.
He settled down on the seat farthest from the dance floor, and sighed as a leggy blonde behind the bar rushed up to him.
"Can I get chu somethin' sweetie pie?" She asked in an annoyingly high voice.
"No, thank you." He replied blandly.
"Are you sure?" She asked leaning over so her breasts practically fell out of the far too small top she wore. She traced her finger along his hand, batting her fake eyelashes at him.
He sighed heavily and fixed his gaze upon her, edging just a little bit of a growl into his voice. "No. Thank you." She stared at him, and backed away.
He rolled his eyes as he gazed over the dance floor. Viktor had been handsome before he'd been changed; the transformation had enhanced everything about his features. His jet black hair was chin length and stylishly messy. He had deep blue eyes, perfect white teeth, a long nose and a strong jawline. He was 22 when he was bitten, that was over 100 years ago now, he chuckled at that thought.
Staring out over the floor, his eyes caught site of long red hair. The hair, belonged to that of a young woman, he judged maybe 19. She was slender yet curvaceous. She wore a purple halter style top, suiting her firm breasts, paired with jeans that clung to her curves very nicely. Her long hair hung loose around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled even from where he was sitting, and her luscious lips were spread into a smile that could light up any dark room.
He watched her movements, the way her hips swayed effortlessly and her long legs moving to the rhythm. She was fascinating. Different from any human he'd ever seen before. Most girls he fed from on a nightly basis were all the same. Drunk, slutty and mind numbingly stupid. But she was different. He could smell her from where he was sitting, like berries and blossom in the springtime. Glorious, he thought.
