Dressed to Kill

We walked in the crowded bar, the smell of alcohol and sweaty humans filling our noses.
You may think I was fighting the urge to kill them all because of my killer instincts, right? Wrong. I was fighting the urge to kill all of them because I hated people. They were so stupid, so naive to everything. So annoying when they though they could kill you and tried over and over again… I just hated them all.
My brother and Derek had decided to come with us, but they went straight to the bar to get some alcohol.
I walked into the bar and thought about what Maddie said to me.
What did she mean ‘a good orgasm’? Was I that desperate? Or moody? Or bitchy? I mean, I think I was a heartless bitch most of the time, but she’s used to it.
I shrugged my thoughts away when a scent was caught up in my nose.
We weren’t alone at the bar.
I could smell an old vampire nearby.
I shot Maddie a warning look, who also sensed the scent of another ‘creature of the night’.
However, a tiny old vampire wasn’t gonna ruin our fun, so I decided to join the guys whilst Maddie mixed with the crowd.
I took a couple shots with my brother, until it became a small competition between brothers.
You may be wondering how were humans reacting to my brother’s chelsea grin, right? Easy. Maddie and I together did miracles with makeup and a bit of silicon filler so there wasn’t a noticeable line across his cheek.
“Give up, Jasey” my brother smirked at me.
“Never, Jeffey” I teased.
He shot me a glare and I brushed it off with a tiny smirk.
We kept downing shots until he excused himself to go to the restroom, probably to puke his guts out.
I smirked to myself and high fived Derek. I took my last shot and turned to the bar to order a bottle of Jim Beam bourbon.
That’s when I saw him.
The smell of alcohol and his vampire scent filled my nostrils.
And by the way he smelt, it looked like someone had a snack before coming here.
The barista had bicolor, spiky hair and one side it was blonde. He had big, deep brown eyes but I could see the predator he was.
And his smell didn’t deny my suspicion either.
He turned around and our eyes met.
Our stares burning each other’s pupils.
We didn’t break eye contact for a good, long five seconds, in which the world seemed to go slower around us. His stare softened a bit and I could see he was internally smirking, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
I don’t know what he felt, but I felt a sudden urge to kill him and cut him to pieces right then.
What surprised me was that I didn’t.
It reminded me of when I rejoined my brother a few years ago, that urge I felt to annihilate him but couldn’t bring myself to do it.
However, it felt different. I really wanted to kill him, and my body too.
His mouth was opening in a ‘O’ shape, his cheeks were a bit flushed and his eyes were slightly narrowed, watching me with desire. That’s when he broke eye contact and turned away to hide his face.
Oh, and trust me. I felt the desire, but it came out a different way.
I quickly stood up, my muscles tensing up and nearly to spring on him, ready to snap his neck when Derek quickly noticed this and I was pulled back to the stool before it was too noticeable. No human eye had seen us or had the mental speed to notice my actions, and the mysterious vampire hadn’t noticed them neither.
“What the hell ?” Derek whispered in my ear, a hand gripping my arm.
I just took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from my arm.
"Don’t fucking touch me” I warned, feeling dizzy and my vision becoming black.
And it wasn’t the alcohol.
It was my psycho mode coming out in ‘automatic’.
I fought it back; I didn’t need to go to the extreme of debating whether to kill everyone or compel everyone in this bar to forget about me and my black eyes.
I was fuming and needed more alcohol before I killed someone by mistake.
The barista was cleaning up some things left on the bar and then walked to me.
“What does this lovely lady want?” he sent me a flirtatious smile.
Oh, cut the crap.
“First, I’d really want you to stop flirting with me” I narrowed my eyes at him defiantly, before I calmed myself down and continued, “Aaand a Jim Beam” I looked at my hands and back to him, batting my eyelashes on purpose.
“…A-Alright” he hesitantly said, turning to get what I ordered. He looked taken back.
Good.
“You know, you don’t need to be a bitch to that guy” Derek whispered in my ear.
“Whatever” I rolled my eyes.
As soon as the barista placed my drink in front of me, my brother got out of the restroom.
“You’re having another drink?!” he opened his already-very-open eyes.
“Yup” I smiled, drinking some, “Because, unlike you, I’m not a pussy”
He scoffed and sat near me, “But you have one"
“That is out of question” I gave him a look.
He chuckled.
I don’t know what he found amusing; I was the youngest between the two of us and still the most mature when he was the one who should be the most mature. Fuck logic.
After downing the whole bottle, I forgot about the barista being a flirtatious vampire and went to look for Maddie, who was dancing -more like grinding- with some drunk guy. So I started to dance on my own.
I liked the music; it wasn’t some shitty pop music, more like punk, so I wasn’t ashamed of dancing to it. After some time dancing alone, I felt a body casually dancingnext to me.
“Hey, grumpy girl” I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” I drunk and carelessly said.
“Yes… but I think we just started with the wrong foot” he said slowly in my ear, sending faint shivers down my spine.
Let’s get this clear: I was a horny drunk. I didn’t need to hide it, or be ashamed of it because, at the end of the day -or night-, I had fun. So yeah; I was a horny drunk. And quite a proud one.
I turned to face him face to face.
Yep, he was that flirtatious barista again.
“Jack Barakat” he presented himself.
“Jasey” he gave me a look, urging me to continue, “Just Jasey” I clarified, swinging my hips to the beat.
He nodded and hesitantly put his hands on my waist.
“How come you’re here and not there?” I said pointing to the bar.
“My shift’s over” he shrugged, following my moves.
I couldn’t help but smirk to myself, although behind my smirk I was fighting the urge to rip his heart out and I had no idea why I was smirking. I just was smirking, I guess.
After a few songs dancing, the alcohol started to kick in. But really kick in.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and barely felt his grip tighten around me. He brought my head up with two fingers under my chin and -emotionlessly- connected our lips together. My heart rate increased, due to the alcohol, and I just let the drink lead me on.
He walked me to a wall, pushing me softly against it, and deepened the kiss. Our little kiss exchange turning to a full heated makeout session.
It wasn’t until I breathed ‘Take me home’ that he opened his darkening eyes and rushed me outside.
He put me down on the passage seat of -what I guessed was- his car. He eyed me hungrily the whole, short ride.
When we got to his house, he roughly slammed me against the wall, almost breaking it, and buried his head in my neck.
That’s when I noticed his vampire side showing. What surprised me was he didn’t smell my real scent; normally vampires aren’t attracted to me to the point of wanting to put their fangs near my pulse because of my ‘horrible’ blood smell, but I didn’t have too much time to think about it because just then I felt my clothes being discarded -along with my underwear- and felt how I was lifted from the ground and thrown on a bed.
Obviously, you kind of stop thinking about things when you feel that.
Unlike humans, I did remember what I did when I was drunk the day after, and quite perfectly, but I’m not going to give a deep explanation of what that Jack guy and I did that night because it was only another of my nightstands and it wasn’t important; I wasn’t going to see him again in my life and, besides, it just wasn’t relevant.
I woke up before him, with hickies and bite marks -do I have to say they were real bite marks?- on my skin. I put on my clothes as fast as I could and left him a little note before sprinting out of the house and heading to Layers, running through the forest, the smell of the corpses we left there last night pretty noticeable.
When I got home, all I could think of was of those deep brown eyes I wanted to kill.
Why didn’t I kill him?
My body wanted to!
My mind wanted to!
I wanted to!
Just… why?

Notes

Jack appeared on the story!
Guess in what part of the story we're now? 83
Guess in which one we're getting at next?

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By the way, expect un-warned smut in this story. It won't be like I wrote it in this chapter, I promise. But there will be. Be prepared. Although I can put a warn sign if you ask me to.
Just ask.

Title credit: Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon.