all lights on or off. No subtle candlelight or bedside lamps making him look waxy and more like a sex doll or cadaver.
I didn’t know what it was from that point on, but Lawrie seemed to have an underlying tension to him, as if I’d royally fucked him off in some way but he didn’t want to call me out on it.
The conversation between us continued pleasantly, and on the surface things were fine, but I was ready to call it a night after one drink. When they called last orders, I was relieved.
“Any last requests?” Lawrie asked, looking bemused by his question.
“No, I’m fine, thank you. I’m ready to go home. I have work early tomorrow.”
“Fair enough. I’ll accompany you to the Blackfriars Tube then and say goodnight.”
“Thank you.” Though I could make my own way, his tone seemed insistent. I figured I could put up with him long enough to get to the Tube station. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when this date had gone so awry, but I just had a gut feeling that he wasn’t for me. That he wasn’t as nice as he appeared.
We exited the bar. “They call this street Wine Office Court,” Lawrie said, and I walked with him down the alleyway, passing a number of commercial looking buildings. Even him explaining facts was annoying me now. We were just passing a cycle rack and I was about to ask if this really was the quickest way to the Tube when out of seemingly nowhere, I found myself in a dark corner of a building with cold icy hands around my neck and my head being tilted to the side.
“Well, I’d hoped you might be a future consort for me, but for some reason you were quite resistant to my thrall. I didn’t particularly care for you comparing me to a waxwork either. So, instead, you can be my dessert wine to finish the evening off.”
I was still trying to get my head around what was happening to me when Broody appeared out of the shadows.
“Oh my g- god. Am I g- going to be gangbanged?” I asked. I realised that I could get out of Lawrie’s hold then and so I slipped down and away from him.
“Either stand over there, Mya, or sit if you prefer with the shock. I’ll explain what’s happening.” Broody ordered.
Unfortunately, although my head screamed ‘run away as fast as you can’, my knees were knocking like a delivery man who refused to give up even though he could hear the shower running. So I did as suggested and sat down in the corner. Broody seemed helpful. I felt like I could trust him. I noted that my fantasies about a three-way with these two from earlier this morning were not going as planned in reality.
Lawrie unfroze and sighed in Broody’s direction. “Oh fabulous. Some do-gooder came to save the girl.” His mouth formed a rictus grin, “Do you know who I am?” He said and fangs descended.
“The fuck?” I managed to utter.
“Oh, yes, sorry, darling. Maybe I should have told you on our date. I’m Lawrence Letwine, and I’m a vampire.”
Oh my god, I thought he looked like a vampire. But they aren’t real. I’ve clearly fallen and banged my head.
He then sniggered, “My goodness your thoughts are dull.”
Of course. If he was a vampire, he could read my mind.
Lawrie clapped his hands together slowly, “The woman gets it.” He turned back to Broody. “Or rather, she will when you fuck off. So this is how it’s going to go, hero of the hour. You can either leave me and the lady to it and live, or you can both die. I don’t mind either way. I’m sure I can call a friend to share this evening’s snacks.”
“Save yourself,” I told my would-be saviour, Broody. If this was to be my end, I would go out with an act of valour so I could be awarded some kind of honour posthumously. They might even rename this street after me.
“Rename the street for your bravery?” Lawrie scoffed. “What? Bookstore Assistant Walk? No one Loves Me Lane?”
“Eat a bag of dicks,” I hollered.
That Joker style grin was back. “No, my darling. I’m going to eat you.”
“Well, thank the lord at least it’s my neck you’ll be feasting on and not my pussy because with how you slurped that ice cream, I do not want you anywhere near my private parts.” I mimicked him slurping. The vamp made a move towards