I Hooked Up With A Vampire- Now She's Forcing Me To Be Her Girlfriend!

I'm not really one for clubbing anymore. I mean, I used to love it, getting pissed with my friends and doing stuff I'll probably regret the next day, but the glory of it all seems to have lost me. Maybe it was just the uni days, I don't know.

I'm definitely more of a 'stay inside on a Friday night' kind of person, I've realised. The loud music, the stench of sweat and booze- yeah, not really my thing anymore. Though, I guess I don't mind drinking, but now I think I prefer to do it in the comfort of my own home with some friends rather than in a place filled with strangers.

So you might be wondering 'Isla, if you dislike clubbing so much, why are you going out then?' Well, dear questioner, I'm going out for a single, pathetic reason:

To get a girlfriend.

Or at least to hookup with someone, either one is fine. The latter is probably the most realistic outcome, but maybe I'll meet someone and we'll agree to see each other again. Hopefully.

Yes, yes, I know it's dumb and, frankly, pretty sad, but I couldn't really think of another way. I mean, there's online dating, but I can't really be bothered- I just think it's a waste of time. I have better things to do, I think. So here I am in a short, red, strapless dress, bag on my shoulder and wearing cute heels I never get to wear. At least I get to dress up for once.

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I get out of the taxi and walk onto one of the few streets of Hebden's nightlife, messing with my hair to try and make it look better- it's always so tangled. I think I look good, or at least good enough for someone to find me hot enough to hook up with me. I tried to do my makeup as best as I could, but since I don't do it that often, I think I didn't do too great of a job. 

As I walk into the club, my ears are filled with the loud drumming bass of the music playing and the overlapping chatter of people, a contrast to the silent, still air from outside. I squeeze my way through the crowds, trying to make my way to the bar to order a drink. I'll probably find someone to talk to over there. Maybe we'll hit it off, who knows.

I lean on the bar, ordering a margarita and turning around to look at the crowd as I wait for my drink to be made. I try not to wear my usual scowl, something Matt has teased me that is ever-present on my face. Okay, neutral face, no frowns- but no smiles either. That's what I've found intrigues people: A somewhat mysterious, blank canvas face. I think it makes people want to know more about you, see what you're really like.

I scan the crowded room, looking to see if there's anyone I'm interested in. I start from left to right, glazing over the  nearly blacked-out groups of people and tables, trying to catch glimpses of what they look like from the flashing, colourful lights as the bartender hands me my cocktail. I thank them and take a slow sip, returning to people-watching as I slowly drink my margarita. Suddenly, I spot her.

Sleek, long, midnight black hair tied into low, loose pigtails that flow down her exposed back all the way to her ankles, her tight black dress hugging in all the right places. She has gorgeous ruby rhombus-shaped earrings and an industrial piercing, which is so hot. She's like my dream girl summoned into reality, all the aspects I find attractive about a girl all rolled into one gorgeous, beautiful woman. There's also something different about her, something I can't put my finger on. She looks ethereal, otherworldly, like she's too good to be in the same club as me- Hell, even the same planet as me. She's perfect at angle I look at her- from her soft heart-shaped face with adorable chubby cheeks; her clear, flawless skin; the soft curves of her hips and waist and chest- It's like she's just too good to be true.

She's also leaning at the bar -at the opposite end- sipping her cocktail, her deep red lipstick staining the edge as she daintily has a drink, perfectly painted cupid's bow resting on the glass. From what it looks like, she's also alone, probably also looking for a hookup. I shouldn't be staring at her like I am, but she's just simply irresistible, forcing me to look at her, examine her divine presentation. I should go talk to her since I'm interested, but I can't move, my body refusing to walk, just stood in place to admire her from far away.