A random type vamp ficlet.
“Little one, you might want to be more careful about the clothes you choose to wear in such mixed company.” I looked down and blushed hotly, of all the days to pull a random t-shirt out of my closet, I had to grab the one that said Nunquam Lamiae Morde Me Dice, Latin for “Never say bite me to a vampire.” But the comment was spoken gently with a teasing note in his tone, so I knew he was more amused than possibly offended. That was good, cause I needed this job. Badly, very badly, otherwise I might not have decided to take the vampire’s case, but when it comes down to me working for a client with a distasteful background and me not living in a cardboard box and grabbing leftover food out of a dumpster…my preferences went out the window. Me taking the case had led to me being here on the arm of the vampire I was working for. And the dress, I was wearing what had to be one of the most expensive dresses known to mankind, perfectly tailored to my figure. And the corset, dear Saints above, I was wearing a corset, it did wonders for my figure I would admit, but still…it was a relic from the eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundred and well I was a very twenty-first century type of girl. Luckily he had thought ahead and gotten me some appropriate attire for this evening. A t-shirt and jeans would not have been anywhere near suitable for this sort of crowd. ‘Stay focused here, sister, you’re looking for someone who could possibly match the descriptions your vampire gave you.’ I thought to myself. It was hard though, he hadn’t given me much to work with and besides everyone here was so stunningly beautiful, it almost hurt to look at them for anything more than a brief second. Just then I thought I spied someone who looked a bit off. Casually making my way over to where I could see him better, I noticed that he was wearing all leather clothing from his buttoned up long sleeved jacket and gloves to the pants and boots. That was definitely odd especially for a place that had everyone dressed to the nines. No leather in sight.
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