My Little Ventrue Pt. 05 Ch. 01

He looked at his dad. The man wasn't going to live much longer; at least, not at a health conscious guy's definition. Type 2 diabetes, a bad Trig/HDL ratio, obese enough to hurt his joints, and only enough muscle to get his ass out of bed in the morning. All in all, a very unhealthy man. That was the way of it since Eric's mom died some ten years ago, despite Eric's constant badgering for him to take better care of himself. Put down the bread and eat some real food for once in your life. At a certain point, he just had to let the man be, let him do his thing.

Then the man got sick. Queue painful conversations, lots of yelling, lots of object throwing, and an eventual new thing Eric had to pay for. A spiral, leading to one shitty thing after another. But now he was on the up, and at least he could get his dad some premium care.

Or maybe he should just let the old bastard die. Why the fuck was he helping him? Cat's Cradle situation? No, his dad was around for him plenty growing up. Hell, he'd been a great dad, just an asshole too. Eric didn't feel any son guilt either, he put in his dues with his dad, at various ages, now included. Why didn't he just let the god damn idiot die?

"... hey dad."

"Mm?"

"You ever wonder what it'd be like to be a vampire?"

The old man raised a brow at him like he was crazy, before looking back to the TV and changing the channel to some sports channel. Baseball. His dad couldn't be bothered to watch a real sport, of course.

"Whatchu talking about?"

"If I told you I could make you immortal, never age, but you'd be a vampire, could never see the sun again, had to drink people's blood, what would you say?"

"I'd say keep your fucking shit the hell away from me, blood sucker." He laughed as he said it, before breaking into a coughing fit. Eric got up, but the man motioned him back into his seat, and forced down the coughing with time. "I've had enough of this life, thank you very much."

If you took care of yourself, got up off your fat, lazy, idiot ass, life would be kinder to you. Maybe you'd have found love again, or at least you might not spend your days in pain. Fuck you old man, fuck you.

"So vampires are off the table?"

"Good lord, Eric, the fuck is the matter with you? Just let me do what I want to do."

Yeah, if I did that, you'd be dead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in Bloodlust, he stood on the second floor again, elbows on the railing, and watched on from above. The smells and sounds were more distinct, each categorized, each apparent. People stopped being people, are started being persons, individuals, lots of them. Colognes, perfumes, deodorants, different types of fabrics, and different degrees of sweat or sex on their skin. It would have been two, maybe three odors to his nose in the past, but now it was dozens.

He looked down at one of the corner booths below him. The dance floor had twenty people on it, and many of the booths around it only had two or three people in them. People were feeling more wild tonight than usual, and many of the booths had a lot of physical contact happening. One of the booths had a vampire in it, a man, and he had two women in his booth with him. One of the women was snug against his side, her tube top pulled down to her belly, exposing her fake breasts, and her hand reaching out to hold onto the back of the other woman who was riding the man.

The vampire looked up, met Eric's gaze, and winked.

Weird, so fucking weird. Eric's new instincts told him to be careful with this fucker, to worry about him, to keep note and be prepared to rip him in half, literally. He was a vampire, not one of these humans, and if he was going to kill him, he had to be prepared to do more damage than that Jack kid had suffered. So, rip him in half or tear off his head, or don't bother.

He looked in another booth. A man was getting a blowjob from another man from under the table. In the same booth, a woman was getting some cunnilingus from a woman under the table. Interesting setup. In another table, two people were stroking each other off, a man and woman. And up on the second floor it wasn't much better, people fucking and touching each other and filling the pulsing music with their quiet moans.

"It's fuck night."

He raised his head, and watched Jessy approach him. She was wearing a high cut shirt, high enough to expose the underside of each breast, and the top had a boob window before it reached out into long, black sleeves that reached her wrist. Very slick, and it matched the short skirt she wore, with its crisscross thread sides exposing a lot of her thigh and ass. A lot, lot of her thigh and ass, all the way past her hip. No underwear.

"Fuck night?"

"This your first Saturday night here? First Saturday of a month, I mean."

"Yeah."

"Fuck night."

He rolled his eyes, and looked back down at the dance floor. The men and women were grinding up against each other with the beat of the music, and people were happy to get their hands involved, touching and rubbing. At least they weren't having sex on the dance floor, even the Bloodlust crew would object to that. Keep it to the booths, and keep the moans below the music.

"I see you've met Josh." Jessy came up beside him, leaned her elbows onto the railing as well, and made a small wave at Josh. The man returned the favor. "He's next in the rotation to keep an eye on the place for the next few days."

"Looks like he's having fun."

"Daeva are so fucking spoiled. He snaps his fingers and he'll have bitches in droves ready to fuck him."

"Daeva?"

"Type of vampire, really pathetic, poetic types. No grit to them at all. Fucker could put stripper sparkles on his skin and it'd fit perfectly."

Well, that was one way to summarize a type of vampire, he supposed.

"And you?"

"Gangrel. Pretty animalistic, I guess is the easiest way to describe it."

He most definitely got an animal vibe from her, so that fit.

"You look good tonight."

"I know, right? Just got this thing yesterday." She gestured down to the skirt, and how the threaded side exposed her skin. And, waving a blatant 'stare at my ass' sign, she turned around for him, exposing the rather small black front and back that covered her sex and ass crack, barely.

"Be careful where you sit down, wearing that."

"Ha, was hoping to be sitting on a rather attractive bouncer's dick, actually." She slid in closer, and nudged her elbow into his as she stared over the railing with him. "Or, we can stare down at people, that's cool too."

"It's my job."

"Eh, not really. Your job is to be attractive and attract the sort of kine we like having here at Bloodlust."

"... and they would be?"

"People who are attracted to dark, brooding types. Those sorts are such easy prey, flies to honey."

"... I'll have to pass on the sex, sorry. Not in the mood." And he wasn't. Visiting his dad in the hospital left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. A wonderful way to remind him how meaningless his words could be, visiting his dad. Shouldn't have done it. But he was a glutton for punishment.

"I'll bet you twenty bucks I can change your mood." She smirked, playful and flirtatious, aggressive and confident, all the things he liked in a woman. Usually.

"I guess I can't stop you from trying." Even if she broke the rules, her vampire world paid his bills.

"Right, so, get over here." She gestured to one of the empty booths, and slid into it. Empty booths in a nightclub, ha, place really had no business calling itself a nightclub. Sighing, he came over and sat down as requested. She was the boss. Do what she said. "You do look pretty fucked up. Something on your mind?"

"Typical family drama."

"Want to talk about it?" she said. He raised a brow at her, and she laughed as she ran a fingernail along the booth table. "I like you."

"How's that?"

"You really are the only kine I know of that's not a ghoul or a thrall, and that gives you an edge I really like. Thralls and ghouls, they break the moment a vamp makes eye contact with them. They got the addiction to vamp blood, and they got respect for us. Blood gets into their minds, makes them feel special about the vamp they're addicted to." She slid in closer along the booth seat, until her thigh was against his. "You're not a thrall or ghoul, but you know what I am, what I can do. And yet, you're still a stubborn dick, knowing I could full well do anything I wanted to you."

He didn't know exactly what she could do, no, but he could feel his muscles tighten and his eyes snap to her every time he felt he was exposing his back to her. Whatever she was, he was more afraid of her than that Beatrice girl.

"I guess."

"Plus you're really hot. Black dude with a shaved head, buff, in a nice suit? Arg, any Invictus girl would be wet just looking at you."

"... I think you overestimate how easily women get aroused at the sight of me."

"I think you underestimate."

Persistent as fuck, this woman.

He shrugged, sighed, and leaned back. No use in trying to slide further away from her, she'd just slide after him.

"You ever think about asking?" she said.

"... about what?"

"Becoming a vampire."