His Name Ep. 1

Red eyes seemed to be following me.

Anger grew inside of me gradually, and I waited patiently for the metaphoric pot to boil over.

"What are you doing here?" I turned briskly at the masculine voice that spoke.

I saw his glowing eyes first, red like the blood in his hand. With the hunger every person here had. He was just better at restraining himself.

"Came looking for you," I said, thrusting my phone at him. He glanced at the phone and growled lowly.

"This is too much," he said, scoffing.

It was my turn to scoff and put my phone back in my pocket before crossing my arms.

"I could always leave you here to starve." I countered.

"I told you to wait outside, do you know how dangerous it is here?"

I rolled my eyes and avoided his piercing gaze. I surveyed the people around and cursed under my breath.

Red eyes were all over. A couple feasting on an innocent boy near the bar, an older woman flirting with a younger woman; all hungry for blood.

I had hoped someone other than me was human. But apparently, lady luck was not on my side today.

"You're the CEO's son, Peter. You're practically showering in money."

"Hardy har har. Nice Bathory joke, Aria," he said, sarcastically.

"What can I say? I love a good vampire joke," I replied. He took his cellphone out and after a few clicks, he put his phone back in the pocket of his black hoodie.

My cellphone vibrated and I knew half of the transaction was complete.

"You're mean." He said, placing a hand on my neck delicately.

"You're too soft." I replied as he inched closer to me.

I rolled my eyes as Peter hissed at me exaggeratedly. They always had a thing for dramatic flair.

"Are we going to do this, or not?" I asked.

"Would it kill you to be patient? Can't you see I like taking my time feeding?"

I was so close to tell him to shove it up his but instead I sighed deeply, controlling my rising anger. I need to remember what I came here for.

For my sister.

"Yes, I know. But I have more clients, not just you."

Peter groaned loudly, ignoring all the stares the vampires in the room gave us. I did not like prying eyes. He did not like when I talked about my other clients.

He's always been the possessive type.

"You know I could help with your sister's medical bills, right?" He asked, red eyes glowing brighter.

"You know I don't like receiving charity, right? I can handle you, and any other bloodsuckers. Don't worry about me." I replied.

"I'm not. I just think it would be much easier if you didn't work yourself to death to pay for hefty hospital bills and let me pay for it. It's not like you'll owe me anything,"

He was not understanding the situation at all.

"But I will have to pay you everything. Because that will be in my conscious forever. I will have to work even harder to pay you back,"

"Just be quiet, don't worry about your sister right now and let me feed." He spoke.

"But we need to be on the same page, Peter. I won't take your money, and that is final."

He groaned loudly again, taking his hand off my neck to run it through his black hair. I would be lying if I said I didn't get a kick out of this.

He brought his mouth to my neck, grazing my skin softly. I held his shoulders firmly as teeth pierced the flesh.