The Vampire Bartender, Part 1
By: Kat Coffe
Tags: Fiction, Love, Romance, Vampire, Bar

The Vampire Bartender, Part 1

I walk into the bar with one person on my mind. Will it be happening or not? Am I wasting my time? Another fantasy I’ve created in my head. I could be dancing at Orchid Room. I could be dancing at 3rd Street Bar. Instead, I’m here like a vulture. Drinking him in like a drunken sick sailor, here, in the vampire bartender's place of work. As soon as I walk in, he spots me surprised, jumps a tad, then regains his composure and looks down.

He remembered me. I walk up to the bar and sit down.

“Can I get a water? I need to sober up a little.” He nods and gets me a glass of water then leans to crack his back. He has back problems, he’s not perfect.

He has to be single.

My eyes go blurry thinking about his spine. I’ve already been drinking for hours before to work up the courage to even come in here alone and now it’s happening.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He awkwardly waves at me in a circular motion with one hand. I smile and sip on a strong fruity-whiskey drink with chopped bits of ice he placed in front of me without even asking. He knows what I like, maybe he knows what I want.

Tonight I’ve gotten drunk, sobered up, got drunk again, sobered up, now I’m back to drunk. Maybe this is where I should just be for the rest of the night. Maybe for the rest of my life.

I’d be happy to find a little hole in his pocket and stay there until I die.

A viper in the tall grass, tongue flicking out and in, licking her wounds, licking him anywhere. Eyes glazed over mind glassy. Waiting for my mouse. I wonder if he already knows. I wonder if I make him nervous and if his dick gets hard when he looks at me. I’m leaning hard against the polished wood and brass. Gravity is getting stronger and stronger with every second that passes.

I get to stare at his long brown hair and thin tall figure as he walks up and down and around the entire space. His nose curls up at the end like a moon man. I want his pale light to kiss my skin.

“I’ll let him come to me,” I think. If he goes out of his way, in any way, it’ll be a sign. Wait for the prey to come close to you. Wait. The crouched lioness hunting a gazelle. I did my nails, my makeup, I touch my neck and my hair. I’m not sure what is real. Still in recovery from the last time he walked past me.

Going out on my own to new places has been a challenge I set for myself. I’ve been pushing my boundaries and it’s been rewarding. Something to work for. Slowly building up my self-confidence. Remembering myself and pushing down my anxiety.

It’s brighter in this dungeon than normal. He’s rushing around working while the others socialize. Maybe another thing I like about him, he doesn’t focus on me, but I know him better than everyone somehow. I can feel his soul. If I could evaporate and wrap myself around him, twist myself behind his ear and whisper my thoughts, I wonder if he’d like what I had to say.

Gradually he drew closer to me, the other girl bartender working had grown an annoyed attitude as she noticed. She was speaking to me loud with wide eyes. There was something I didn’t know happening. I'm sure there are other girls that like him, maybe someone he’s casually dating, who knows. He kept coming around back to me however, waiting for her to stop talking so he could give me his attention. Leaning in towards me. I built up the courage to ask him, I couldn’t wait anymore.

“Would you like my number?”

“Yeah!” he lit up like a match struck hard. Had he been waiting for me to ask? Pulling out his phone, I gave my number to him and he texted me immediately. I stayed sitting at the bar and socialized more until I left with a victory smile and unread messages waiting for me when I got home.

I had done it. I got exactly what I wanted.

I haven’t felt these butterflies in a long time. He didn’t want to wait until Wednesday. We stayed up late texting until 2:30 am, I only got four hours of sleep, but I feel great.

I feel alive again. I’ll be seeing him soon.