The Vampire and Her Human Mate

6| First date

Their date was wrapping up. It was Wednesday night, he had an assignment to complete the next couple of days and another catering job Saturday night so they had to do a weekday date - this was safer anyway in his eyes. She would have work the next day so was unlikely to want to stay out late.

They’d had a lovely evening at a Vietnamese restaurant. He had wanted to pay and he knew he could afford feeding two at his favourite place. The owners loved him so they always gave him appetizers for free. They had been very happy to see him there on a date and had doted on them especially. Jennifer had been thoroughly charmed.

They were walking down the street, towards a park, not ready yet to stop talking. It had been easy to be with her. They were very compatible. And before a week ago she had been his idea of perfection. God I’m horrible, he thought.

“It’s getting pretty late,” she said softly, taking his hand.

He nodded. “I’m in walking distance- can I order you a ride?” He knew roughly where she lived - he could still afford that. He hadn’t spent much of that extra hundred dollars- he was happy to spend it on this night. He felt guilty being here. Guilty because he couldn’t stop thinking about someone else.

“That’d be great,” she said, but she sounded disappointed. So she had wanted to… he wasn’t going to go there yet. He remembered what it had been like with Sian- an absolute disaster. s**t. He just realised that he hadn’t had s*x with anyone else in months yet he had had no problems with his vixen.

He had Jennifer put her address into his app. She did it happily and he wondered if she thought it was a move. They had about a ten minute wait so they sat on a park bench and chatted some more. Now that they were out in the elements and no longer walking, the night air chill hit them.

“Brrr….” Jennifer uttered.

Beau immediately took off his hoodie and gave it to her. She gave him a very hot look as she let him slip it on her. He could feel she wanted to be kissed but he didn’t do it. He should have- he saw her disappointment.

He got the alert that the car was approaching. Taking her hand he stood then up and walked to the road.

"What's this?"

Beau turned to see what Jennifer was referring to. He froze, a look of horrible realisation coming onto his face. "It's not what it looks like."

She held the flimsy black material between her fingertips. It was very obvious what it was. It was her underwear. The ones he took. He hadn't worn or washed that hoodie since that night.

"Well it looks like you have someone's destroyed panties in your pocket."

"Okay, well, it is what it looks like- but it's from before you and I decided to go on this date."

"Hmmmm," she mulled that over, scrutinising the damage.

He quickly reached forward and took it from her. He should throw them away. There would be a bin around here, but instead he placed them into his jean pocket.

He went back to looking out for the ride share car. He really f****d this, didn't he?

He felt Jennifer come up behind him. "You into that?"

"Huh?" He asked, confused.

"Rough stuff?" Her voice was low and Beau suspected she was asking not because she was worried he was.

"Ah... sort of, um, she was kinda into it."

"You like rough stuff on you?"

He turned around to look at her. She blushed slightly. "Do you want to do rough stuff to me?"

She shrugged, "If that's what you'd like."

He breathed out. How were they talking about this on their first date? "I don't mind being bossed around in bed." He left it at that.

He thought her breathing picked up speed and he wondered if it was something she wanted to try out. He hadn't really realized he liked it until that night with his mystery woman.

"Here's the car." He breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to her and decided to go for the kiss. She returned it. It was… nice.

"Text me tomorrow?" She asked, pushing her hair behind her ear.

He nodded. "For sure."

~*~

He was broken. There was no other explanation. He'd wanted to date Jennifer for so long. And now he could and that kiss had just fallen flat for him. He hadn't had any more of his incidents either, barely able to get hard at all. That woman broke him. Made it so that he couldn't enjoy anyone else. Even himself.

He trudged up the street feeling terrible.

~*~

Rasping breath. Such fury. Bianca would kill that b***h. She saw the w***e kiss Beau. Her Beau. And he'd kissed her back. She'd punish him too. She'd take that delicious piercing of his and-

She stopped and took a few deep breaths. Calm down you crazy b***h, she thought to herself. You're just going to reject his ass anyway.

She stepped out from the shadows and followed him. He walked slowly, like he was avoiding something. He stopped and looked around a couple of times, as if he knew he was being followed, but she hid well and knew he wouldn't be able to hear her.

All she had to do was walk up to him and say the rejection words- she had his full name already- and make him accept it. Easy peasy.

She could smell the trail he left behind. She followed it and him all the way home. A small single story house. It was neat but old. She curled her lip, not quite sure what she was feeling. Annoyance. Why was he living so, so blah? Her mate should be showered in opulence. f**k. What am I doing? With a snarl she spun on her heels and ran.

~*~

"So?" Toby asked. He was holding the largest bong Beau had ever seen. Becky was wasted, splayed out on a bean bag.

"Jesus dude. It smells like a doobies butthole in here."

"Just come take a hit and spill." Toby thrust the billy into his hand.

Beau shrugged and took it. "It-" he breathed in a bit more air, holding for a second before starting to blow out as he spoke, "went well."

Toby sucked his tongue. "It went well? How f*****g titillating."

Beau shrugged and handed the bong back to him. He peeked at Becky but she was distracted by whatever s**t they had on the telly in the background.

He spoke low. "I gave her my hoodie and it had this in the pocket." He pulled the fabric up out of his pocket, just enough to see what it was then pushed it back into his pocket.

Toby choked on the cone he was pulling. After he coughed up a lung, and then laughed for about half a minute, he wiped tears from his eyes. "Shiiit. There's something wrong with you. I'm assuming that was a little trophy from your conquest, you creepazoid?"

Becky looked at them. "Trophy? Conquest?"

Shit. She had been listening. Beau punched Toby in the arm. "Shut up."

Toby ignored him. "You remember the party we catered last week, with all the super rich and hot people?" Becky nodded. Who could forget? "Well Beau here got his wick wet- Ow." He said pointedly as Beau punched him again. "That hot blonde that looked like she wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire."

"Fuuuck." She sounded impressed. "Yeah she was a real b***h. Bianca." She returned to watch the TV. She pronounced it Be-un-ca. "What kinda basic b***h name is that anyway?"

It felt like all the air was pulled from Beau's lungs. "Bianca…"

"Yeah, she's some business protege from some scandi country. That hot f**k boi Cordon, apparently jets her around the world for business negotiations." She shrugged. "Chad thought it was all some big deal. He's such a f*****g tool."

Toby frowned at her. "He gets in with that crowd and gets recommendations for more events like that and his set for life, Becks."

She hmpfed. "Maybe then the prick could pay us better."

"The guests tipped pretty well." Toby returned.

Beau had tuned them out. He had her name. "You know her last name?" He asked, completely cutting off their conversation.

"Huh?" Beck grunted.

"Bianca," he said impatiently. "Do you know her last name?"

She shrugged. "The f**k I know? Something viking-esk probably. Erikson or Mjolner."

"What about this Cordon guy? Last name?"

"You from another f*****g planet dude?" Toby asked him incredulously.

Beau just shook his head, not understanding. Toby grabbed his phone and punched in a quick Google search. He flicked over to the image results of Cordon Boucher.

“He’s only the richest motherfucker on the planet. Crazy old money from the old world - you know? Europe.”

Right… Beau flicked through the images. Forbes, Times and GQ… Okay. That's a start.

~*~