Neon Black: Dispatch #2
An ongoing series about a group of vampires riding it out after the apocalyptic AI War - explicit content
May 7, 21—
I met V when he was still a man, Darling. At night, of course. Under cover of black abyss where men can shield their natural squalor. The girls and I on the hunt. This was before the war. At the very dawn of AI. When we could slither as silk into streets and clubs and penthouse suites. Our clothes half molted and bare skin glimmering stardust in the pulsing lights as we danced. These hijacked bursting bodies full of rage and thirst and lust.
We found a group whose number matched our own. The typical breed. Fat wallet, thin brain, limp blood. We paired off at the bar and in the clearing smoke I was left with V, standing in front of me. Drink in his hand. Wide doe eyes rapt upon me. But they never left my face and that’s the first thing I saw, Darling. I melted up to him, swaying my curves and parting my lips in a little exhale. He just stared me in the eyes. Sipped his drink and tried to smile.
“What are you drinking?” I said, staring him right back. I could feel him weaken. Fuck what a feeling.
“You want some?” he said and tipped the glass toward me, then glanced down and pulled it back, clocking his faux pas. “Whisky sour,” he said, trying to take back his cool.
“Whisky sour,” I said, somewhere between question and statement.
I leaned into him, brushing one nipple against his crooked arm holding the glass. I used one finger to tilt the bottom of the glass to my mouth, wrapped my lips warmly on the rim so they left a mark, and drank his whisky sour.
I took a long savoring blink and straightened upright and glared him back in his eyes, which had never left mine. “Mmmm,” I said. “Yummy.”
And I thought for a flash that he came on the spot. It would not have been the first time, Darling. But no. V stood his ground, the little puddle. I looked away and sighed and blinked again as I brought my gaze back to him. And on his face the tease of a new visage. The hint of animal hunger hidden beyond shy eyes. And I had to take him into me.
