Perfect! A friend of Vanessa’s. Sure, this was guaranteed to work!
Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn’t listen to him.
He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.
Samson Perry, bachelor vampire, can’t get it up! Very funny indeed.
Well, there was no way In hell that he was going to let that happen. Definitely not going to humiliate himself further, he thought as he grabbed his keys and walked hurriedly out of the house.
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Samson drove aimlessly around town for a few minutes before he finally decided to go to the new bar just down the street. Mark would be very pissed right now, judging by the angry texts and calls he had received from him.
Samson was very grateful to Mark for his help. His friend was really trying to fix things for him, but he had a feeling that he was way past fixing and none of Mark’s methods were working. Right now he needed some time to himself. He wanted to get drunk and he could definitely do that on his own.
Samson stepped into the bar and stopped right at the door. The bar was crowded with people… Mostly humans. And being a vampire with heightened senses, he felt uncomfortable immediately. There was loud music, people talking, laughing, cheering, swearing, yelling, whistling, waitresses moving about and calling out orders, glasses clinking, cutlery scraping, thump of glass mugs onto tabletops, pool balls hitting one another, dings from the VLTs, the pressurized rush of a beer tap, coffee pot gurgling…
There was also the smell of beer, food cooking, spices, sweat, perfume, aftershave, cigarette smell clinging to people’s clothing….
And Samson could sense all of it. He almost changed his mind and turned back, but the thought of the party back home stopped him from doing so. He would rather be here alone. At least here, he didn’t have to talk to anyone. And no one here knew about his problems.
After a slight hesitation, Samson moved forward and squeezed himself onto a vacant seat at the bar. There were some truckers slouched to his left side, the collection of empty shot glasses and beer mugs in front them suggesting career drinkers. Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer.
“Damn it!” he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn’t a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone’s neck and feed until he couldn’t breath anymore… But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn’t even have to do that as there would be some people outside already.
Snatch, eat, erase… Easy peasy.
But he couldn’t do it…. Wouldn’t do it. At least not now that he was feeling this way. He didn’t want to kill anyone, and what kind of person would he be if he didn’t practice what he preached. He would wait till he felt better. Till he felt like he was in control of his emotions before he would think of feeding again. Still holding his sleeve, he glared at the door, thinking that maybe he should just leave and return to the party, when a feminine voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Oh, I am so sorry about that” the voice said apologetically. “I was going to wipe that off and then I got distracted by something else. Urggh, there’s so much to do… I swear this job is not for me.”
“It’s fine” Samson replied, still frowning and staring at his ruined shirt, but he felt some of the anger in him subside. “It didn’t do much damage. I’m sure I can get it cleaned up when I get home… It’s no big deal”
“You can wipe it off with this.” The voice said again and Samson saw a pink towel being handed to him.
“Thanks” he replied, finally lifting his head so he could look at the person he was speaking to.
Judging by her outfit, it was obvious that she worked at the bar. Her hand was still stretched towards him, towel in it, but Samson wasn’t paying any attention to it. He was captivated, staring at this beautiful human.
She had big green eyes, long thick lashes, luscious red lips and long dark hair. Hair that was pulled back in a half-hearted bun and the freckles across her forehead only accented her paleness. She looked like a mermaid, like something or someone you read about in a book. And even dressed in just her uniform, she looked more tempting than any female vampire he had ever set his eyes on. Every other thought flew right out of his head. Her scent teased his senses, threatening to overpower his manners.
“Are you gonna take it?” the human asked, once again interrupting his thoughts.
Samson wasn’t sure what he expected, but when she spoke, her eyes seemed to grow bigger, her lips fuller, her cheeks pinking and gaining warmth. He blinked, speechless. Her voice was like a magic spell, bringing the dead to life while silencing any other words spoken within its hearing.
She frowned slightly when he made no move to collect the towel from her and then he realized that he was staring. Staring so hard and probably scaring the hell out of the poor lady.
“Are you going to take it….?” she asked again.
Samson shook his head as if to clear his thoughts as he reached out and took the towel from her. “Oh, I’m sorry. Thanks” he said, wiping the stain from his elbow, but still not taking his eyes off her face. “I’m just… A little lost in my thoughts I guess”
The Lady smiled. “I can see that” she said, “I’m really sorry about your shirt”