Fan Fiction ❯ Nonliving Life ❯ Cocktails and Cosmopolitans ( Chapter 1 )

Nonliving Life

Note: Yet more staggering proof that I am insane. Yes insane. So insane in fact I'm scared of myself. Over the past week I have been doing everything ACCEPT my homework and updating my already running stories. As to that: Yes Master = I'm taking a "boredom break" but will finish as soon as I get a couple of things wrapped up. Dream On = X_x that is what that story has done to me. I'm currently debating the need of its existence. Soul Survivors = Have been working on that and the forth chapter is an extensive one. I'm getting there. Cross my heart hope to die. Anyway I've even started a comic I might post on the fan art section called Psychotic Case about the insane misadventures of a stick figure named Sam. It's popular among my peers so my confidence is boosting. Now I'm back to my old obsession, vampires. Well, this story was a spontaneous thing that I haven't mapped entirely but my mind works at lightning speed on these kinds of things. Sorry for the long note. Read and Review!

Chapter 1:

Cocktails and Cosmopolitans

The room was stifling. Utterly stifling. All his senses could pick up was senseless dribble and elegant evening gowns with just a hint of seduction. One would think after living six hundred years one would grow use to such things. But Dominic was easily bored and this kind of thing was the embodiment of boredom.

A woman in a deep blue gown that dipped at the collar revealing cleavage approached. Lin. Her deep black hair and brown eyes accented her pale face. For three hundred years she had stalked him and she was unremitting still. By now one would think that she would catch the hint that he threw brutally at her but of course she never did. She placed a soft hand on his chest.

"Why do you stand alone, Dominic? We vampires are supposed to be social creatures and cocktail parties are a social event. Do try to be social. Your master after all is hosting this little event. That means your room and bed can't be far away." Her last words didn't catch him. He ignored her stroking the buttons on his white shirt underneath his open tux jacket.

His gray eyes wondered instead to a stern man in the center of a few other guests. He had shoulder length blonde hair and a sculpted face with stunning green eyes. Although he looked maybe twenty-eight, he was actually close to two thousand. Aron. Dominic's master. But to him he was more of a father and to Aron, Dominic was more of a son. But Aron HAD created him and HAD made him what he was. So yes, he was his master.

Looks like a vixen has got her claws in you! Dominic broke from his trance and looked down at Lin who had not aged a day more than twenty. In body or mind. She was getting more in depth with playing with his buttons and he was a bit flustered. He batted her away and gave her a stern look and she threw her hands up in submission. Human's liquor had obviously got her riled up.

Dominic ignored her snarling and searched the crowd for the face of the one who had invaded his mind to give him some insightful information. The search didn't take long. Luca waved his hand in the air over the heads of the other guests. He looked nice in the tux but his purple dyed hair destroyed the glam.

"What's up, boy? Glad I snapped yah from lah lah land so you could clean the sleaze from your shirt?" Boy? Dominic had cringed at the word. He after all was more than twice Luca's age. Luca had been created in the eighties; hint the hair. "Whoa boy. You snazzy tonight." Luca tugged on Dominic's collar. "Lookin good. All we have to do is button up these jackets, get a special effects artist to age us a bit, and we can be dirty old men."

"We kind of are," Dominic said as he began to smile. Luca could always lighten a mood.

"Hey Dom. Why don' t we get out of this dank little place and go join some thing more lively?" Luca bellowed just so some of the guest could turn and sneer. One lady in particular bared her fangs. Luca just bared his back. "Got them too lady. But I bet I got something you don't got!"

"Luca!" Dom hissed exasperatedly as he watched the woman bustle off to Aron to undoubtedly express her concern about him letting his fledgling hang around with the likes of Luca. Aron looked up at Dom with concern as the woman chattered on. Dom sighed and grabbed Luca by the arm. "Lets get the fuck out of here."

"WHAT!?" Luca yelped surprised by Dom's force. "I was referring to my hair color."

"I'm sure."

Luca and Dom were a bit out of character in the booming nightclub but with Luca's vivacious personality they fitted in and the tuxes were very much ignored. What was left of them. Luca was going bare backed and a few girls had made off with Dom's jacket. Now they were working on the shirt.

"Christ Dom! From one vixen to a pack of the mongrels! How do you do it?!" Luca yelled over the thundering dance music.

"Wish I knew!" But in a way Dom did. The lure of a vampire is far too much for most to resist, especially ones that didn't want to.

He gave up on fighting to keep his shirt buttoned and the girls opened it, excited. At first they were startled by what they saw but that quickly went away as they began to toy with the scar across his chest and smoothed their hands over his fine toned abs. Dom caught Luca eyeing it nervously out of the corner of his eye. Dom thought bitterly about when he had been made and how. He wasn't chosen nor was he born. Instead he was spontaneously given the gift of immortality as he lay dieing at the young age of seventeen some centuries ago. Out of the good that still existed in Aron, he was created. Although Dom was powerful and old he was considered a stray to the more "pure" vampires.

The dark thoughts were interrupted by a lustful howl from the other side of the booth that they occupied on an elevated corner adjacent to the dance floor. He looked at Luca who was getting frisky with some of the girls around him. Luca managed to turn away from them long enough to direct a comment towards Dom's choice drink, whisky.

"Put that shit away and get a cosmopolitan!" His voice sang over the music. The girls who had stationed themselves at Dom ran their fingers through his raven black hair. They too argued Luca's point…in their own way.

"Yeah that stuff is dull baby. How about `Sex On The Beach'?" One of them whispered seductively stroking his inner thigh.

"Only once a week darling and this week is taken," Dom flirted back bringing his lips close to her ear.

"Or how about a taste of me hottie?" The other purred as she made bolder moves with her hand. Dom wanted to melt. He may be a vampire but booze and babes were one in the same with his kind too. He looked at Luca to gain reassurance. One of the girls sat on his lap and they were in the middle of a fierce tongue wrestling competition. The girl seemed to be winning. As if Dom had gained permission, he allowed the girls free reign over his body. One of them kissed his stomach and continued her kisses lower.

Dom shut his eyes. They may have seduced him but their excitement meant free tours in their minds. He searched around and opened every room in their puny little heads. He picked the sleazier of the two and decided that she would be his meal. His thought returned to his conscience body and the pleasure that it was drowned in.

Fangs entering flesh. Blood flowing into his mouth. The slow stop of the victim's heart. All of it added together to make feeding fun for even the oldest vampire. For someone Aron's age it was a mere addiction instead of need but for someone like Dom it was still a necessity and even entertainment more wholesome then what the girl could provide in the night club. When she had been drained he lapped away the bite marks and threw her aside. He had not yet gained a regard for his victims.

Luca stood waiting in the shadow of the ally. He too was done with his prey. His eyes were half lidded and anyone could tell that both of them had drunk too much. Amazing how close to human they really were. Luca nodded toward the sky.

"Nearly dawn," he stated in a not quite slurred voice. Dom nodded in return and gestured to the street. Luca shook his head. "Give me a ride," he begged doing his best innocent expression. The light wouldn't hurt either of them except make their eyes burn a bit but nonetheless, dark was always nicer and they could get their faster if Dom teleported. Dom grumbled and held out his hand to his friend, who took it. The slivering sensation covered Dom's skin and then they disappeared.

When they reappeared they were in Luca' s apartment, which was labeled as a disaster zone. The second their bodies had returned from sub-space Luca threw up almost everything he had drunk. Dom waited till the fountain had shut off then stepped over the pool of vomit and placed the now unconscious Luca in his bed. It would take Luca throwing up all his organs and his skinned stripping off and muscles ripping to make Dom feel disgusted. He thought about walking home but remembered he was shirtless and drunk.

Once again he teleported, this time he landed in front of his own door. He was a little off. He had wanted to land in his room but had miss shot and was lucky he didn't wind up in a wall. He turned the knob and opened the door. He had been expecting what he saw.

Aron sat stiffly on a couch by the only window in Dom's room. He swished around a thick red liquid that was most definitely not wine in a wine glass.

"Where have you been?" he asked coolly as he glared at Dom stumbling through the door.

"Out." Dom shut the door and sat in a huff beside Aron on the couch.

"And your shirt?"

"Lost."

"Damn shame." Aron offered the glass to Dom but he waved it away.

"Had some. Thanks." Aron offered it again.

"It's mine. It'll clear your head." Dom didn't like accepting blood from his master but he knew how persistent Aron could be. He took the glass and downed its contents. Immediately he felt the results. He was no longer dizzy and he now seemed more in control of his body. Aron smiled when he saw his fledglings eyes begin to clear. But it soon faded and was replaced with a frown. "I have something important to discuss with you."

"Yeah," Dom answered in a renewed voice.

"The leader of our vampire clan has been murdered."

"WHAT?!" Dom glared at Aron. There was no way he was lying. "WHEN!? HOW?!" Aron placed a reassuring hand on Dom's shoulder.

"I received the news not to long ago. It was obviously committed by someone of our kind. I believe it's over the Madelia Pendant."

"That's insane! It was destroyed two hundred years ago. What the fuck could of happened to make it come back?" The Madelia pendant. A relic created some time around his birth by a witch named Madelia in hopes of gaining alliance with the vampire race. Instead she started wars among them. The pendant possessed the power to increase the amount of power in a vampire by an unperceivable amount.

"I'm afraid the job wasn't done. Worse…I also believe your brother Van maybe responsible for the leader's death." Dom's head whipped up at the mention of his brother. Aron's eyes resembled painted plaster. He was dead serious.

"But that could only mean…"

"Yes. Van has part of the pendent."

"Shit."

"My sentiments exactly." Dom sighed, thinking things through.

"If Van has a part…then where's the rest?"

"London, England." Oh goody, Brits. "A descendent of Madelia has possession of it. She is unaware of what it is."

"What are the elders going to do?" Dom meant Aron, Shira, Kristan, and Loridus.

"In this case. Stick their tails between their legs and hide. They're sending you."

"Huh?" Aron grew uneasy as he stared at his sort of son. He hung his head in shame at the fact that he couldn't do more for Dom.

"They believe that because you were not chosen or born, you are not pure like the rest of us. You're a stray." Dom flinched. This again. The anger quelled inside of him. "Dominic you know I don't believe that but the most I could do was persuade the rest to let you show them what you're worth. You are to go to London and protect the human girl who posses some of the pendant and that will tell them your worth having around."

"I can't believe this! You made me! Doesn't that count towards a good pedigree!" Aron shook his head in guilt.

"They were finally ready to kill you and get you out of the way. I convinced them of this and that was all I could manage." Dom's anger mounted. Damn the whole vampire race to hell. He'd like a piece of them when they fry. "Dominic, I understand you're upset."

"You don't understand!" Dom threw himself off the couch and stood in rampant fury. His eyes burned wholes in Aron. Aron stood and gently placed a hand on Dom's chin turning his face to his.

"Dominic. I created you. You are my fledgling. You are my son. Please don't throw your life away. If you don't do this then you shall be punished by death." He hesitated. "I will bare the responsibility of your execution." Dom knew Aron could kill him painlessly. He had once before, all those centuries ago in that dark forest. The pain from his wound was unbearable yet as soon as Dom had made the decision his pain had ended and his new life had begun, all in this man's arms. And although Aron had been persecuted for saving a simple peasant's life, the man still proudly called him son. Dom owed him his life and did not want Aron to have to bear the weight of his death.

"Alright. As if I have another choice."

"Good. Now you'll need your rest." Aron could clearly see that Dom was a bit overwhelmed. Sleep, he whispered into his son's mind. Immediately Dom's body went slack and was caught in Aron's arms. Dom slept heavily as his father lifted him up. Aron carried Dom to his bed and placed him among the soft sheets and pillows. He made sure the curtains were drawn then kissed his fledgling on his forehead. Aron once again hated himself for not being able to do more.

Note: Excellent. School tomorrow and its 11:50pm! *yawn* I'll sleep in geometry. So, you like? Hope so. I think these characters live in my brain, because they spilled out on paper a lot better than I thought. Oh well. Going to bed now. *passes out and lays in a comatose state until morning when a smell awakens her* BAGELS!