Chapter 4 – Don’t Irritate a Vampire

Vlad barely noticed when Caleb and Lilith left the Discotheque. He had struck up a conversation with a young woman named Candy, whose knowledge of vampire lore was quite extensive for someone so young. They had gone down to the lower level, talked for a while, then one thing led to another. She had begun flirting with him, and instead of being turned off by the gesture, he was intrigued. The evening had ended with a make out session in a nearby closet. Crude, but it was good for Vlad. When they were through, she kissed him goodbye and quickly disappeared.

Happy and satisfied, both rare things for him, he went upstairs to the bar. The young bartender was nice, although a bit clumsy as she dropped a couple of bottles as she tried to fix another man’s drink. Vlad ordered a Plasma Jane, and chatted with the bartender as she cleaned up the bar.

It soon became evident that she was more interested in chatting with the other man than with Vlad, and he instantly became irritated again. He hissed at her, which the other man did not like. Getting to his feet, he ordered Vlad to leave her alone and go home. “The young lady ain’t interested in an old dude like you. Besides,” he scoffed, “no one wears top hats anymore. What do you think this is, the 19th century or something? Go home, old man. I’ll take the young lady home.” He turned to her. “I’ll get the car and meet you out front.”

She nodded in agreement, and the man left. Vlad finished his drink, threw some money on the bar, and went to sulk by the window. But he could still see the bartender. A few minutes later, as she started to walk past him, he called her over. “Look, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t get out much, and it was nice to have someone willing to talk to me.”

She took a step back. “Look, sir, I was just doing my job. I’m supposed to chat up the customers, be nice to them. It usually encourages them to stay at the bar and order more drinks, in the hopes that they might get lucky after I get off. But I never let it go that far. I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression.”

Her words angered him, and he made a snap decision. Quickly, he mesmerized her.

Then he turned her.

When he was finished, and she had had some of his blood, he laughed maniacally. “You’ll have to talk to me now,” he said, an evil grin on his face. “Because in two or three days, you’ll be a vampire, and without my guidance, you will die in the sun. Burned to a crisp, where there’s nothing left but ashes. Your friend can beg the Grim Reaper until he’s blue in the face, but it won’t save your soul.” He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, “You’re mine now. And you will give me children.”

Her hand on her neck where he had bitten her, she gasped, burst into tears, and ran out of the Discotheque. Vlad, quite satisfied with the exchange, turned into black mist and disappeared.

Published by Author Teresa Watson

I have always loved to read, and carry a book with me wherever I go. I’ve written for several online sites, doing book reviews and author interviews. After graduating in 2000 from West Texas A&M with a Bachelor’s degree, I was a teacher for a while before deciding my destiny was to write, not to mold young minds. Writing for me is like taking an exciting journey, or going on a welty, as my parents say. I don’t know where my stories are going to take me. I just hang on and enjoy the ride.

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