From Day to Night

Summary: I should have known it was too good to be true. He was hot, a good dancer, and didn't mind the fact that I was all sweaty. The fact that he also had a penchant for biting people shouldn't have surprised me. He had to have some kind of oddity, right?

Challenge #8 - With Bite

Requirements:
1) Must be a one-shot, Minimum 1000 words.
2) Plot: Protagonist wandering around in a club, meets someone, they flirt, then dance, and the person bites protagonist. You can take it from there.
3) Must have the quote, "Did you just bite me?" and/or "Not cool to go around biting strangers!"
4) Must involve a cookie. Of some sort.
5) Large doses of humor.

No:
1) cannibals. As much as that'd be fun to write, it wouldn't be too fun for me to read.
2) long, meaningful moments. This challenge is meant to be quick, light, and fun.


I looked around, trying to figure out where in the world my best friend could be. I really just want to go home, I thought a little glumly.

I don't know why I bothered looking for her really. For one, it was a crowded dance club, full of fog people, smoke, fake fog, and strobe lights. I couldn't see much of anything. For another, Leila had never been the most reliable when it came to not leaving me at clubs/bars/any-situation-with-hot-men. Not that I couldn't appreciate good eye candy myself, but the day had made the top ten shittiest days of my life. Being left by myself at a dance club would be just the greatest way to round it off.

"Aithne!" a sudden (slightly slurred) voice called out energetically. Leila stumbled to a stop in front of me, laughing happily. "Why are you just sitting here? There's so many hot guys here. I've met like twenty."

"And you're completely plastered," I said with a grin.

She shook her head seriously, or as seriously as she could while drunk (i.e., not very). "Just tispy, you know?"

I couldn't help snorting at that one. "Tispy?"

"Tispy, tipsy, whatever," Leila said, waving her hand easily as she grinned brightly. "Point is they're all really hot."

I just shook my head. "I just don't want to be here, Ley."

"That's only because you haven't looked yet. I bet if you looked, you would—" A sudden earsplitting squeal had me resisting the urge to cover my ears as Leila pounced on whoever had just walked up behind me. "Omigah, Colton! I haven't seen you in ages!"

I sighed, bracing myself for whatever hot guy Leila was about to throw at me. I turned around, fully expecting a somewhat decent looking guy. I mean, come on. As an attractive woman that goes to dance clubs often, Leila surrounds herself with attractive men. What I wasn't expecting was Reason Number One on my list of Reasons Why Today Is One of the Shittiest Days of My Life.

Leila giggled when my jaw dropped, clearly thinking that it was a reaction to the man's startling hotness. Which, I mean, he was hot, but that wasn't why I was staring. "Aithne, this is Colton. Colt, this is my best friend Aithne."

He smirked wryly. "We've met."

Leila grinned happily. "Oh, you have? That's so great! Now Aithne has someone she can dance with!"

"Leila," I said quickly, but she was already shaking her head, a knowing grin on her face.

"I'll just leave you two to get better acquainted. Or reacquainted. Ta-ta!" And with a waggle of her fingers, she disappeared into the crowd again. So much for getting a ride home.

I studiously ignored the man standing next to me, taking a sip of my drink. I mean, seriously, this guy topped my list for reasons why my day was shitty. And I didn't even know the guy. "Awkward turtle," I murmured to myself in a singsong voice.

The guy must have heard me because he snorted slightly. "So you're Leila's best friend?"

I shot him a look, not liking his tone. "Yeah. So what?"

He held up his hands in self defense. "Just wondering how Leila finds so many attractive people to surround herself with."

I snorted slightly, turning back to my drink. Suave he was not. Hot, definitely. Probably all the jerk needed to get through life, if his reaction this morning was anything to go by. "Are you this nice to everyone, or just the best friends of the women you want in your bed?"

"Just the ones that decide to cut me off, flip me off, spill hot coffee all over me, and then flip me off again," he said coolly. "And trust me, Leila is not the one I want in my bed."

Couldn't blame him on that one. Leila had some kinks, if you catch my meaning. Not that I knew that from personal experience. I couldn't help grimacing slightly at that thought. That went from awkward turtle range straight into awkward rhino. I shook my head slightly before glaring at him. "You cut me off first, you jerk! And I spilled coffee on you because you were looking at my boobs—no, don't look at them now either!"

His eyes jerked back to my face without a trace of remorse. "Like I said, I don't know how Leila does it." I opened my mouth, fully ready to retort angrily, but he cut me off. "Dance with me?"

"Dance with you?" I repeated, startled. One minute we're glaring at each other, and the next he's asking me to dance with him? What kind of crack was this guy on? (And, seriously, where could I get some?)

"Yeah, you know," he said easily, motioning vaguely to the dance floor. "Dance. What all those people are doing out there. The reason most people came here in the first place."

"I know perfectly well what dancing is," I retorted.

He smirked slightly. "Bet you don't even know how."

My jaw dropped at the pure knowing arrogance in his voice before I glared at him. "Why the hell would you think that?"

He shrugged. "You're just sitting here. I mean, I guess if you have Leila to bring the guy to you and your chest to keep them here, you really have no reason to dance. It's no big deal."

"You asshole! I can dance just fine, thank you very much!"

"Prove it."

Two minutes too late I realized that I'd played right into his hands. I mentally gave him a hypothetical cookie for good use of underhanded tactics, even if the underhanded tactics had been used against me. I can respect a good manipulator as long as their manipulations aren't used to hurt anyone. And dancing with him was far from painful.

He was right in thinking that I don't typically do a lot of dancing at dance clubs, but it definitely wasn't for the reasons he assumed (or pretended to assume to trick me onto the dance floor). Most people at the clubs Leila and I frequented didn't know how to do anything but grind. There's a definite difference between straight grinding and dancing while rubbing your hips against the other person's. Colton, unlike most of the guys my darling best friend deposited on me, knew the difference.

"So you can dance," he yelled over the music, looking slightly amused.

I threw him a smirk. "Told you so."

"You also called me an asshole," he replied, smirking slightly himself.

"You are!"

"Sometimes." I stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh. "Childish much?"

"Sometimes," I mocked, making him laugh again.

Colton was one of those people that was fun to dance with because he read the music the same way I did and could anticipate my moves just as well as I could his. So when the beat changed and he pulled me right up against him, it didn't really faze me. When I turned so that my back was up against his chest, all he did was move his hands to a better place.

Of course, I really wasn't expecting him to bury his face against my neck before saying, "You smell good."

"No, I don't," I argued. "I smell disgusting. I'm all sweaty."

He chuckled. "You're just fine." And then he bit me.

I jerked away, spinning around to face him as my hand went up to my neck. "Did you—Did you just bite me?"

He wiped his arm across his mouth before flashing me a grin. "Maybe."

"Oh my God, you did!"

I really should have known it was too good to be true. I mean, the guy was hot, he was a good dancer, and he didn't mind the fact that I was all sweaty. So the fact that he also had a penchant for biting people shouldn't really have surprised me. I mean, he had to have some kind of oddity, didn't he? Having a bad habit of staring at my chest just wasn't bad enough.

"What are you, some kind of vampire? Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not cool to go around biting strangers?!" He grinned again. From his grin, I could definitely see the tips of teeth that shouldn't be nearly that long. Had they been that long before? No, of course not. I would have noticed them. Right? "Um. Kidding about the vampire thing. You can, uh, retract those or whatever the hell it is you do—please don't eat me!"

"Vampires don't eat people, you silly girl," he said, chuckling slightly as he tugged me back to him. "And I have no intention of sucking you dry either."

"That's not comforting," I said darkly.

"Leila knows what I am, if that makes you feel any better."

"And she still left me with you?!" He grinned, making me groan. I knew she had some weird friends, but this one just took the cake. A vampire? Seriously? "I can't believe she would leave me by myself with a vampire!"

"Because there aren't hundreds of people around that would notice if I tried to do anything like drink your blood," he said wryly, making me smile slightly despite myself. I quickly wiped the smile off my face. Colton. Hot, but vampire. Baaaadddd.

But a very good dancer.

But still a vampire.

Colton groaned at the expression on my face and grabbed my hand, tugging me off the dance floor. I followed him obediently, not really sure where he was taking me. Oh my God, maybe he's taking me to his secret lair. Oh my God! I'm too young to die!

He stopped next to the bar, looking at me. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" I repeated in confusion.

He rolled his eyes. "To drink."

"Oh." I blinked in confusion before frowning at him. "You're not going to get a Bloody Mary, are you?"

He smirked slightly at that one. "No. It's not nearly as good as the real thing." I think I choked on my own spit, making me break into a coughing fit. He chuckled, ordering two beers with an amused look on his face.

"Not funny," I managed after a few moments.

He grinned. "I thought it was."

"Yeah, you would." He snickered, handing me a beer. "So… are you immortal or something like that?"

He snickered again. "Something like that."

"So how old are you?" I pressed. Come on, I'd never met a vampire before! This had to be interesting.

He shrugged. "You lose count after a while. About five hundred years, give or take, I think."

I blinked at him in shock before blurting out one of my more embarrassing comments. "You look pretty good for a dead guy." He snorted into his beer, just barely managing to not spray it everywhere. I groaned as soon as I realized how stupid I sounded. "Pretend I never said that."

"You know," he said, still smirking but sounding relatively innocent. "I have an awful lot of experience from those five hundred years."

I blinked at him again. Seriously. This was going beyond weird. Did a vampire really just propose to have sex with me? "I just had a really shitty day because of you."

Suddenly he was a lot closer than he had been before. "Let me make it up to you," he said in my ear before running his tongue along my neck. Oh. Not gonna lie, that was hot.

"You're not going to suck me dry?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nope," he said easily, scrapping his teeth over my neck lightly.

"Okay." It was either go home with him or melt into a pile of goo in the middle of the club. And somehow I had the feeling that going home with him would be infinitely better.

--

Leila blinked at me. "You went home with Colton?"

I grinned at her. Caffeine really is good for the mind, body, and soul. And it makes it much, much easier to handle mornings. "Yep." And I was drinking coffee while talking about someone that I had met by spilling coffee all over. Irony, anyone?

"But… you weren't in a good mood last night! At all!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You left me with a guy even though I wasn't in a good mood?"

She shrugged it off. "I was drunk, and he's really hot. I thought maybe he could get you on the dance floor and you would end up with someone else or something." Her eyes narrowed again. "I never thought you would go home with him."

"You knew him, so I figured it was safe," I said innocently enough.

"Aithne, he's a vampire," Leila hissed lowly so that the other random people in Starbuck's wouldn't get suspicious. Can't you just hear the shrieks of the teeny boppers when they heard that I'd slept with a vampire? Exciting, no?

I shrugged. "Yeah." I flashed her a grin. "And it was hot too, might I add."

She laughed. "I bet. I still can't believe you went home with him though."

I shrugged, grinning. "What can I say? He made my day really shitty, so I thought I give him a chance to make it up to me."

She smirked, waggling her eyebrows. "Shitty day into memorable night?"

A slight giggle escaped me without my permission. "Something like that."


Awkward rankings explanation: Um, I'm sure you all know what awkward turtle is (conversational tension breaker, essentially). My friends and I have decided that some situations are just too awkward for awkward turtle to handle on his own. So, depending on how awkward the situation is, there's also awkward snake, awkward rhino, awkward turkey, awkward salmon, and (if you really want to freak someone out) awkward mating salmon. If you're actually interested in how all of these awkward hand gestures go, feel free to ask, but I have the distinct feeling that knowing they exist is enough for most people.

I wrote this for my friend's birthday, so there are a lot of inside jokes in here, but I think there's enough generic humor that it's still a good story. I hope. XD