I looked up from my bourbon and noticed a woman had her eyes on me. I was struck by her the moment I looked in the brown void of her eyes. I took in everything about her, flooded by the delight of seeing someone so divine.
She had such bright eyes, full of dreams and human hopes. Her skin was flawless, without blemish or scar. I couldn't stand the idea of ever touching it, as if my fingertips might taint the purity of her lush, dark, warmth. Her hair was short, styled into a neat mohawk, braided back and tucked under. It was her ebon locks that struck me the most as it gave a light to her face that I might not have seen otherwise.
She seemed so real. I couldn't look away, even when our eyes met. It had been so long since anything seemed real to me, I couldn't let it go. The noise my mind conjured had become nothing but white sound now. The music and cheering and chatter faded back too. I tuned out the sounds of the traffic outside, ignored the man beating his wife in the building across the street, and blocked out the sound of people shouting for taxi's. I focused on her breathing, her heart.
Then she got up and my heart lept. I feared she would leave and I got to my feet, unsure what I would do. Instead she sauntered over and smiled. Later she would tell me my face turned the same color as my hair as I managed a sheepish looking grin.
"Care to share a drink?" She asked, sitting down at the bar. I must have taken to long to find an answer because she dropped her smile after a moment and looked at me with question. "Hello?" Her voice snapped me to attention that time and I nodded, managing a more earnest smile. "Yeah. I'd like that." I sat down beside her, trying not to stare as she ordered us drinks.
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I couldn't say much for her taste in alcohol (not that you could call that neon beverage alcohol anyway) but I didn't mind. I found myself drunk on her words. She liked to talk. It must have comforted her. I was okay with that; I didn't like talking about myself anyway.
She would look down at her drink when she got flustered, usually when I asked about something she said. And her laugh! Her laugh made my head spin, in that fuzzy pleasant way. I wonder if she realized how I would kill everyone in this room for her. I wonder if I knew!
After she finished her drink she grabbed my hand and grinned, pulling me away from the bar. She said something about dancing and led me onto the dance floor. I never fancied myself a dancer, but that night she ignited a passion I only knew existed in battle. I learned so much about myself during that dance. I learned love was a war and I was an warrior till the death.
The spinning lights and beats drummed against my skull, pulling me further into her spell. I lost track of time but the end of the night came all to soon. Soon we were leaving the club, entering a taxi. There was kissing and touching. Soft sinister smiles fit in between each embrace.
When the car stopped we stopped. I was afraid she wasn't real then. Humans were always more passionate than vampires when it came to such brief encounters, but now that we stopped, she returned to dropping into the shadows of false vision.
There was quiet and then she spoke "I'm Tanya" her eyes were soft as she spoke, comforting me in the silence. I remember trembling when I responded "Dia... My name.. It's Dia..." I hadn't noticed then, but I started to cry, so I was confused when she cupped my face with her hand and asked "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Not sex... Just sleeping...?" I must have said yes because the next morning I woke in her arms.