Author's Notes: A not-so-classic twist on the whole vampire-vs-human club scene for the Halloween contest! Lucky Blue lives on the edge (of reason, mostly) and is packin' some serious heat as a self-proclaimed "chick with a dick." Being intersexed has some perks, and fucking unsuspecting, snooty vampire boys in dark alleys is one of them. Also, head's up: I care not for anatomy. Charles' bootyhole self-lubricates and he's totally a squirter. Fucking fight me, bro.
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"Mmm, hello... Come to papa..." Lucky murmured to herself, eyes locked on a young man across the dancefloor. She ground against her partner, a freckled ginger with a lovely mustache, but her eyes never left the man. Or, technically, vampire. He was gorgeous! And she'd be damned if she didn't get the chance at him! Well, she was damned either way, but still.
Charles sat nursing a glass of red wine he couldn't even drink and watched as his twin and their friend danced wildly beneath the flashing lights. Clubs weren't his scene, no, not at all. He'd rather be cold and dead in his grave than stuck in a room full of sweating bodies and lousy music, and that was saying something, as he knew exactly how miserable it was to be trapped in one's own grave and left with nothing to do but dig their way out. His eyes, a warm, dark brown, scanned the room in boredom, locking with a set of piercing blue eyes from across the room. He shivered as the woman grinned at him in a flash of pearly teeth.
He turned away and stared at his wine, ignoring the stranger as best he could. Last thing he needed was a "fang-banger" bothering him the rest of the night.
Lucky danced her way across the floor, moving closer and closer to her target. She knew that look, that sharpness about the eyes. He was hungry, and that meant an easy target for her! If humans were easy to pick up, then vampires were just child's play. In no time at all, she was standing beside his barstool, a hand coming up to smooth over her white pompadour.
"Now who left you over here all by yourself, handsome?" She purred, leaning casually against the bar. She motioned towards the man tending the bar, who held up a finger and busied himself with making drinks.
Charles sat quietly, glaring at her out the corners of his eyes. Great. Thanks to Gene and Casey's antics, he was stuck alone at the bar with some human!
"Man, what's it take to get a drink around here?" She laughed, waggling her eyebrows at the pale man. She stuck out a hand, her voice a sultry purr. "Name's Lucky Blue."
"Charles Callum, a pleasure." He said, not wanting to be rude as he shook her hand. His belly clenched when her hot skin burned against his, hunger flickering in his eyes at the hint of her pulse, steady and strong. He yanked his hand away with distaste, scolding himself for his impropriety.
"Oh, pleasure's all mine baby." She said, taking a seat next to him. "You never answered me. What fool left you all alone?" She watched as he fidgeted, eyes glancing down at her hands again as he spoke.
"My brother and our friend are just over there, I'm not alone." He said, feeling oddly vulnerable. He shook it off as the two aforementioned fools came over, not a hair out of place or a drop of sweat to be found on their perfect skin.
"See, I told you Charlie made a friend!" Casey said, his rich blue eyes glancing from Lucky to Charles curiously.
"You were right! Charles, dear, introduce us!" Gene drawled, draping himself over his brother's shoulders. Charles' face pinched at the contact, but he made no move to shrug him off.
"Brother, Casey, this is Lucky Blue. Lucky, this is my brother, Gene and our friend, Casey." He said mechanically, his voice flat. He was ever so tired of their antics. IF he wanted to have fun, he would, there was no sense in trying to push him into it!
"And why haven't you asked her to dance, brother?" Gene scolded, mock-disappointed as he eyed the young woman with hunger written unashamedly on his features.
Lucky sat quietly as Charles floundered for an answer, eyeing the beautiful creatures and making note of them for later. All three of them vampires? She resisted the urge to snort. Of course they were a little pack, how adorable!
"Eugene! Enough!" Charles sighed as he was wrestled from his stool. Lucky stood, a grin on her face as the pale man was pushed into her waiting arms.
"Please excuse him, he knows not what he does." Gene sighed dramatically, earning a glare from his brother and a giggle from his friend.
"Go on, Charlie, go have fun!" Casey sang, grabbing Gene's hand and pulling him into the crowd.
"You heard 'em, wanna dance?" She asked, hands smoothing down his sides as he glared at her. "C'moooon, what am I gonna do? Eat you?"
