Bright Night Adrenalin
Gin sat down in the chair by the handrail. He wasn’t really tired, but
this was the best place for checking everyone out and finding a prey for the
night. He could feel the beat of the music in his very core and the smell of
alcohol and sweat was intoxicating. The shady lights felt soothing where he
sat, but beneath him he knew that the bright neon’s could almost hypnotize you
if you didn’t keep your head clear.
It didn’t take long for the handsome youth to spot a perfect lady from
the scene below him. She was a natural red-head, about five foot eleven and a
hundred and sixty-five pounds, out with her friends whom had dumped her for ten
minutes ago and most likely had just had a nasty break-up. Gin was curious to
find out more, find out the parts his experienced eyes could not see.
- Let’s play then, Gin whispered to himself with a grin as he went down
the stairs and towards the bar.
He took another look at the prey before ordering two Bloody Marys. That
should be a good start for the evening. The bartender gave him a sly grin as he
paid up.
- Jealous? Gin grinned back. I bet you ten bucks that I’m getting laid
tonight while you’re working your ass off for a bit more than nothing.
The bartender obviously felt sorry for his pride and agreed on the bet.
Gin took the drinks and left for his little entertainer. She wasn’t hard
to spot through the crowd, but for tactical reasons it was better to take a
long way round. That would give his introduction an element of surprise.
Walking around was also much easier and less painful for arms and ribs.
- Would the lovely lady appreciate a drink? Gin said with a gentle
smile. I could not help getting the impression that you are feeling lonely.
The girl turned around calmly and scrutinized him from top to bottom
before accepting the drink. She seemed a bit timid, but that had never been a
hindrance. Not for him and not for long at least.
- I haven’t seen you around here, Gin said and moved a little closer to
the lady. Searching for a change?
- You could say that, the lady said with a faint smile. I had it pretty
rough before moving here, but this city seems nice.
- It is once you get settled down, Gin said truthfully. Would you mind
talking somewhere quieter? It’s so hard to learn to know someone when the music
is this loud.
The lady shook her head, she didn’t mind. Gin led her to one of the VIP
rooms upstairs that he had access to for these kinds of occasions. They were a
good resource, since his lifestyle demanded that he could get some peace and
quiet for him and his company every now and then. This particular club had
pretty large rooms upstairs and they were quite comfy, but then again they
could never even compete with the more expensive ones in the better districts.
- So where were we? Gin said as he closed the door after himself. I
believe that there has been no proper introduction.
Gin felt how a shiver ran down his spine. Something was off with the atmosphere.
For a mere second he thought that he saw some writing hanging in the air around
his beautiful company, but that would have been delusional. Gin just shrugged
it off and went and sat next to his victim.
- My name is, Gin started but was cut off by the lady crashing her lips
on his.
Convenient, Gin thought and kissed back with equal passion. Well,
innocence is overrated anyways.
Gin grabbed her flame red hair and lightly pulled in order to get her
neck exposed. He gently kissed down her pale neck, stopping every now and then
to give a soft spot a bit of extra attention, while unzipping her dress. She
wasn’t late to follow his example and in no time at all was his shirt
unbuttoned and thrown somewhere.
- Just sit back and relax, she whispered in his ear, clearly out of
breath.
Gin couldn’t hold back a few moans as she kissed and nibbled his body,
tracing ever downwards.
Through his blurry ecstasy Gin could hear knocks on the door. First
neither of them cared, but as the knocks grew louder they became more and more
distracting.
- You have got to be shitting me, Gin groaned. I’ll go and shoo them
off, so we’ll get some peace and quiet here.
He gave his little devil a light kiss and went for the door.
- Who the hell do you think you are? Barging in like that in a private room
is considered rude, you know, Gin said with a piercing tone as he opened it.
Suddenly he fell silent. A silenced gun was pointed over his shoulder
and he heard a shot being fired into the room and a hiss that followed it.
A hiss? Gin turned his head and he felt how he went weak in the knees.
On the floor did lay a dead red head, but hell no that thing was a woman or
even human. Not anymore at least. Gin felt how shivers ran up and down his
spine and his head was filled by an odd buzzing. As if this wasn’t enough he
started hearing whispers that seemed to emerge from nowhere and writing started
to float around the corpse on the floor.
They are everywhere. They hunt
you. They seduce you. They kill you. They have done and will do that forever.
There is nothing you can do about it.
That almost sounded like a challenge, Gin
thought.
- What the hell is that? And who the hell are you?
- That is a vampire, the shooter said calmly. All you need to know about
me is that I am a hunter. I am truly sorry if I rudely interrupted you, but I
thought that your life just might be worth saving.
- Well thanks then, I guess, Gin said steadily. Are there anymore of
those out there?
- More than you can imagine.
For once Gin shut up in order to think clearly. He could have had an
ecstatic night with a vampire, he had almost been killed by it, he had been
saved by a stranger and had hallucinated some weird stuff, the hallucination
had seemed like a challenge and he had never turned one down and would never do
that either. Well, it could have been worse and he had been through stranger
things.
- How do I become a hunter? Gin said confidently to the dark man. I
could really enjoy this kind of stuff.
- Hunting is a dangerous business, the man said with a serious tone. You
should think it over before you blurt out such big words. Would you mind
helping me clean up here?
Yes, Gin would mind. He sat down in a clean corner and watched the old
man to the dirty work. Cleaning up messes he left behind had never quite been
his thing and there were always people who could do it for him. It just took a
bit of persuasion and the right amount of money.
When the room once again was neat and clean, or close enough at least,
the youth and the dark shooter sneaked out through the back door with the body.
They hid the body of the thing deep down the alley. They really didn’t have to
worry about someone finding it, since this particular block wasn’t exactly
known for being safe at this hour. No one would lift a finger because of a
strange woman’s corpse around here, since it was a pretty common sight.
- So, you mind telling me about hunters and how to become one now? Gin
said impatiently. I can always find out stuff on my own if you don’t.
This seemed to wake some concern in the old man. He gave Gin a look that
made him feel immensely uncomfortable. It felt like he was being examined to
the very core of his soul.
- My party is a man down at the moment, the man said with a sigh. But
you should know that being a hunter isn’t an easy job that you can do just for
fun.
- Good! Then I’m the man you want, Gin said with a grin ignoring the
last part of what the man said. I have always loved parties.
The dark man couldn’t hold back a faint smile. The boy would be a pain
to carry around, but he might actually be of use.
- Faron Perez, the dark stranger said and held out a hand. Welcome
aboard.
- Gin Collins, the youth said and shook hands. Pleasure to meet you.
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