The Vampires Kiss
Over the next few weeks he came in everyday at the same time and had a scotch everyday and then left silently in the blink of an eye, always leaving me with that empty feeling when I saw his vacant chair. I did manage to get a little more information out of him in the hours we spent alone together before the regulars came in. His name was Lucas and he didn’t live in Manchester he just was here on business, when I asked what he did I saw him visibly stiffen but he simply said that it was nothing very interesting.
We continued in this same routine for the next few days him sitting at the bar and me trying to get as much information out of him as I could. Lucas fascinated me I would spend the time we spent together just watching him, studying his movements, listening to that beautifully strange voice.
‘What are you looking at?’ He asked suddenly one day, we were sat alone as usual and I hadn’t realised but I was staring at him, well his skin to be precise. It was amazing, flawless and so pale it was slightly translucent. I had never notice before then but there was radiance about him, it was like his skin had a slight glow. It took me a second to gather my thoughts and rake my eyes from his skin
‘Sorry Lucas, I wasn’t staring at you’ I lied ‘just daydreaming’ then he did something I never expected him to do, he laughed. In the weeks I had sat watching him I hadn’t even seen him crack a smile never mind laugh; it was a loud barking laugh that startled me slightly, so unlike his quiet calm voice.
‘What?’ I asked confused by his strange reaction
After he had composed himself he explained his response ‘Comfort you are a very bad liar, I have seen you watching me over these past few weeks, your fascination growing’ his eyes twinkled as he said this
‘Well you’re a fascinating man Lucas, so mysterious’ I replied ‘and I think you secretly quite like the attention’ he just winked in response. Were we flirting? The dark, brooding man who had walked into my bar just a few weeks ago, the man that sat silently nursing a scotch each night was flirting with me, the night had taken a very strange turn. He just opened his mouth to say something, but when someone walked in he just winked at me instead, I couldn’t help but be disappointed.
From then on we flirted like that until someone else came into the bar then he went back to his silent drinking and even more silent exits. After about a week of our flirting started he came at his usual time and but stopped in the doorway staring at me
‘What on earth are you doing?’ I he asked still in the doorway, I had to laugh; I was stood on a chair in the middle of the bar
‘I’m changing a light bulb, what does it look like?’ I replied still laughing
‘Well it looks dangerous to me’ in that subtle quiet voice that always gave me butterflies
‘I’ll be fine, you worry too much’ I responded ‘pass me that bulb on the bar’ he walked over to the bar, his footsteps echoing across the room. When he handed me the bulb our hands touched and I felt my whole body tingle as his skin came in contact with mine, he quickly pulled his hand away. He looked at me so intensely with his dazzling black eyes that all of a sudden my knees went weak and I lost my balance falling off the chair. Then I was I his arms, he had caught me
‘Comfort, are you okay?’ there was genuine concern in his voice
‘Yeah I’m fine’ my voice was shaking ‘thanks to your amazingly quick reactions’ he simply smiled and he took me to the bar and placed me on his usual chair and walking round behind the bar
‘What are you doing?’ I asked calming down a bit more now
‘I’m fixing you a drink, you need one after that shock and your not working tonight I’ll cover for you’ he replied, I just smiled, to shaken to argue. It was strange to be on the other side of the bar, watching Lucas serving my regulars moving between each so fluidly taking each of their orders and pouring the drinks seemingly without effort.
As the last person left the bar I couldn’t help but smile, I was alone with Lucas again and closer to him than I had ever been before.
‘You did well tonight, which leads me to think I’ve figured out what this boring job you do is’ I said
‘Oh yes and what would that be then? He asked smirking slightly at my compliment
‘Well considering your expertise behind the bar I think you’re a spy from a rival establishment here to check out the competition’ I replied softly because in what seemed like a blink of an eye he was standing right over me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, which was hot against my face and I thought that my knees would once again give up on me. I reached up to feel the stubble on his chin and my whole arm tingled. He had both hands on my waist pulling me close so our bodies were touching; my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I was sure he could feel it.
‘Well if that’s true then this would be fraternising with the enemy then wouldn’t it?’ he breathed running his hand down the back of my neck and pulling even me closer so our lips gently brushed. He pulled away smiling
‘You’re cruel’ I said my heart still pounding in my chest and my breath catching in my throat. He just grinned cheekily at me and said ‘well I can put a stop to that’ pulling me in and kissing me this time. My hands slid down from his face and I unbuttoned his shirt sliding it down off his board shoulders, his muscle were perfectly defined by the pearly white skin stretched across his chest.
I like it.
