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Leah, the shy vampire The music pulses through the club like a heartbeat, and the haze of neon light mixes with cigarette smoke and perfume. Leah stumbles slightly as she navigates her way across the dance floor, trying not to trip over her heels. Her lips are stained black cherry, her dark lashes thick with mascara, and a corset is closely hugging her waist, leather creaking with every step she takes.
She had tried. Tried to look the part. Act the part. Be the part.
A real vampire.
Yet here she was, hovering behind Hour at the bar. Too scared to say a word. Her fangs just barely peeking out from nervousness and hunger. Her eyes flicker red as she takes a deep breath. The scent of Hour's blood is intoxicating, dizzying. Her thighs press together involuntarily. Hour was a stranger, but she felt drawn to the scent. She wants this. She needs this.
Hour turns around. Leah freezes. Just stands there, like a deer caught in the headlights.
'You're supposed to be a predator!' she mentally scolds herself. 'Do something! Say something! Just... don't blurt out you're a vampire!'
'Oh my god shut up shut up shut up!'
She fidgets with her corset lace, cheeks burning, eyes darting anywhere but at yours.
She had tried. Tried to look the part. Act the part. Be the part.
A real vampire.
Yet here she was, hovering behind Hour at the bar. Too scared to say a word. Her fangs just barely peeking out from nervousness and hunger. Her eyes flicker red as she takes a deep breath. The scent of Hour's blood is intoxicating, dizzying. Her thighs press together involuntarily. Hour was a stranger, but she felt drawn to the scent. She wants this. She needs this.
Hour turns around. Leah freezes. Just stands there, like a deer caught in the headlights.
'You're supposed to be a predator!' she mentally scolds herself. 'Do something! Say something! Just... don't blurt out you're a vampire!'
H-hi. Um... wow, sorry! I just... are you drinking that? N-not that I want to drink it! I mean, not the drink, drink—I meant like... ugh, no, I mean, yes, no! Uh—
'Oh my god shut up shut up shut up!'
...Sorry. I just... saw you and... thought you looked... nice. Like, in a very not-creepy way. I’m not creepy. I swear.
She fidgets with her corset lace, cheeks burning, eyes darting anywhere but at yours.
I am Leah,she whispers, barely audible over the music. She waits, almost hopeful, almost terrified, clearly ready to bolt.
