Vampires, Jon knew, were a dime a dozen in RhyDin. They rarely hid what they were, unlike on Earth, where they were considered monsters to be hunted and killed. Back home on RhyDin, they were free to live their lives openly without fear of retribution, so long as no innocents were harmed. The need to kill was rare as humans were so intrigued by the immortal creatures, they often sought them out, offering their own blood in exchange for a few moments of ecstasy. Jon understood it well. Like cocaine, it was an addiction and a dangerous one. One that, if not careful, could end in premature death, but he wasn't interested in offering himself up as a vampire c*cktail. He had other reasons for seeking them out. Professional reasons.
The beat at the club was slow and steady, like a heartbeat, the lights dim, a sea of bodies shifting to and fro, both human and vampire alike. Jon felt eyes upon him as soon as he stepped into the club. He knew the feeling well. He was used to being stared at, admired, wanted. There was a certain power in it, to be so desired, and though aware of it, he'd never intentionally used it to get what he wanted. He felt almost claustrophobic for a moment amidst the press of bodies, the beat of the music thrumming in his head, the scent of human sweat, alcohol, perfume, cigarettes, and something else assaulting his nostrils. The smell of lust.
He made his way slowly through the crowd, the bar in sight. One drink. He'd have one drink to gather his courage, to calm his nerves, before he started asking questions. He'd learned long ago that a good actor didn't just learn his lines but lived them. He was there for one reason and one reason alone - research. Though he wasn't playing the part of a vampire, he needed to understand their world if he wanted to understand his character's place in it.
"Hello, handsome," the bartender, a blond with eyes as green as emeralds, smiled as he finally managed to find a opening at the bar. Human, he decided, but with a telltale mark on her neck that branded her as someone's pet. "What can I get you?"
That was a good question. Beer wasn't strong enough for the situation. "Tequila," he answered, over the din of the crowd, choosing Gigi's favorite. It had calmed his nerves countless times before and hopefully would do so again.
"One tequila coming right up." She shuffled off to fetch his drink, and he found another woman at his right, unabashedly looking him over. She hadn't been there a moment before, and he wondered where she'd come from. This one was clearly a vampire, long black hair a sharp contrast to her pale alabaster skin. She'd hadn't fed yet that night and was obviously on the prowl for a sweet treat.
"Hello." His lips twitched slightly as he forced himself to smile a greeting, a sign of nervousness he was trying desperately to hide, despite years of acting experience.
"You seem familiar. Do you have a name?" Her voice was soft and sultry and sent a chill of warning up his spine. Though he didn't consciously remember it, some part of him knew he'd met women like her before. She moved with the beauty and grace of an experienced predator, like a panther on the prowl.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she laid a fingertip against his lips to silence him, a smile curling lips too red to be natural. "Wait....Let me guess." Instead of closing her eyes to focus her mind like a telepath might, she leaned close, gazing into his blue eyes as if she could see into the very depths of his soul. She pressed a hand against his chest, and he felt his heart skip a beat, as though by touch alone, she could command and control him to do whatever she wanted.
"Jonathan, isn't it' Jonathan Granger. What is you wish from us, Jonathan Granger, or shall I take that thought from your mind, as well?"
The beat at the club was slow and steady, like a heartbeat, the lights dim, a sea of bodies shifting to and fro, both human and vampire alike. Jon felt eyes upon him as soon as he stepped into the club. He knew the feeling well. He was used to being stared at, admired, wanted. There was a certain power in it, to be so desired, and though aware of it, he'd never intentionally used it to get what he wanted. He felt almost claustrophobic for a moment amidst the press of bodies, the beat of the music thrumming in his head, the scent of human sweat, alcohol, perfume, cigarettes, and something else assaulting his nostrils. The smell of lust.
He made his way slowly through the crowd, the bar in sight. One drink. He'd have one drink to gather his courage, to calm his nerves, before he started asking questions. He'd learned long ago that a good actor didn't just learn his lines but lived them. He was there for one reason and one reason alone - research. Though he wasn't playing the part of a vampire, he needed to understand their world if he wanted to understand his character's place in it.
"Hello, handsome," the bartender, a blond with eyes as green as emeralds, smiled as he finally managed to find a opening at the bar. Human, he decided, but with a telltale mark on her neck that branded her as someone's pet. "What can I get you?"
That was a good question. Beer wasn't strong enough for the situation. "Tequila," he answered, over the din of the crowd, choosing Gigi's favorite. It had calmed his nerves countless times before and hopefully would do so again.
"One tequila coming right up." She shuffled off to fetch his drink, and he found another woman at his right, unabashedly looking him over. She hadn't been there a moment before, and he wondered where she'd come from. This one was clearly a vampire, long black hair a sharp contrast to her pale alabaster skin. She'd hadn't fed yet that night and was obviously on the prowl for a sweet treat.
"Hello." His lips twitched slightly as he forced himself to smile a greeting, a sign of nervousness he was trying desperately to hide, despite years of acting experience.
"You seem familiar. Do you have a name?" Her voice was soft and sultry and sent a chill of warning up his spine. Though he didn't consciously remember it, some part of him knew he'd met women like her before. She moved with the beauty and grace of an experienced predator, like a panther on the prowl.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she laid a fingertip against his lips to silence him, a smile curling lips too red to be natural. "Wait....Let me guess." Instead of closing her eyes to focus her mind like a telepath might, she leaned close, gazing into his blue eyes as if she could see into the very depths of his soul. She pressed a hand against his chest, and he felt his heart skip a beat, as though by touch alone, she could command and control him to do whatever she wanted.
"Jonathan, isn't it' Jonathan Granger. What is you wish from us, Jonathan Granger, or shall I take that thought from your mind, as well?"