Brushing the hair out of my eyes I forced myself to take a deep breath.
"This is for your own good Linds." I said out loud. I'd been here for 3 days and still hadn't left the house, 3 days seemed long enough so I decided to hit one of local lounges to meet some supernaturals. After all, that is what I came to this town for. The place was down the street from my house so I strapped on some shoes and headed over.
An older vampire winked at me as I walked in, the tips of his fangs flashing as he smiled. I knew I was in the right place immediately. Although technically I wasn't of the town's legal drinking age, a little smile was enough to convince the bartender to mix me something up. He slid a vibrantly pink cocktail across the bar and moved onto the next customer. People of all species began to quickly fill into the bar area; a fairly drunk Fairy was talking to a warlock on the dance floor, and a pair of young male vampires chatted at the other end of the bar.
It was pretty exciting, I'd never seen so many supernaturals in one place before. The strong smell of wolf wafted past me as two girls in stilettos hurried to the bathroom.Taking a sip of the drink, I sensed someone was next to me. I hesitated with the glass at my lips.
"Hey there beautiful." His voice was husky and he smelled like the woods. I set the glass down and slid of the bar stool. A barefooted fairy pushed past him as to sit at a table near by.
"Need something?" I said, tilting my head to the side. His eyes glowed as he narrowed them.
"If I said to talk to you would you slap me?" He grinned. God, he had a sexy smile.
"If you're lucky, no." The mystery guy turned around and headed into one of the back rooms.
He glanced over his shoulder and I followed after him. I wasn't afraid of him, I was probably stronger than him anyway. The curtains fell back after I pushed through them, the room was warm and lit with pink and purple lights. Once I was inside he came up to me pressing his hand against the wall beside my neck.
"Does the little flower have a name?" He asked, his hand moving a little lower on the wall.
"Lindsey." I crossed my arms. He was very close and I could feel my heart thudding against my ribs. I really wanted to kiss him or anything that involved contact with him.
"Peter." He said, obviously meaning that that was his name. Peter's hand slid off the wall and onto my shoulder, and then down my back. I fidgeted. His finger slid down my spine and I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my lips fiercely to his.
Electricity raced through me as he pulled me closer, stumbling backwards as we kissed. He pulled back for moment and we both gasped for breath before looking into each others eyes.
"Wow." He whispered. My heart thudded erratically and any other thoughts other than him flew out of my mind. What if this is him?, I thought, my perfect vampire?
"No more talking." I said, pulling him back for another kiss.
Peter's arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me over to the couch. I kissed every part of his face and he nuzzled his way to my neck, kissing up and down.
"Who knew," He said in between kisses. "Vampire girls...were such better...kissers...than wolves?" I pulled back, my hands on his face.
"What?" I panted, trying to catch my breath.
"Were girls. Ya know, my fellow species?" He said. I froze, slowly retracting my fingers from his soft hair. He didn't smell wolfy, he just smelled good.
"You're a were?" I asked. Peter nodded. "Oh." He released me and I stepped away from him instantly. My heart thudded again, but not in excitement. I adjusted my dress and stepped towards the door,
"What's wrong with that?" He said, following.
"I'm a vampire, not a were." I looked away from him.
"Yeah I noticed." Peter half-smiled. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"I just..."
"Maybe we can see each other a different time." He interjected. I shook my head. Although what I really wanted was him, all of him, memories of my old life tugged at my heart.
"No, I think...I think you should go." I whispered, stepping away from him.
"But-" He started.
"Please just go." As he turned to leave I kicked myself internally. Why would you do that?! I screamed at myself. It's not who is, it's what he is. It'd been fifteen years since my family was killed in a fire by werewolves, why did the world have to make him something I couldn't mentally handle?!
