Chapter Three - Dancing With A Stranger.
I began taking small steps towards him, and in what seemed like ages, I reach him.
I glanced back at both Britney and Brendan, just to see them looking my way. They both smiled at me before they both gave me a thumbs up.
I return them a smile before I turned around, as I faced him one again. Only his looks make the butterflies in my stomach fly.
Once I finally reach him, I am greeted by his, oddly, warm and welcoming smile.
"Sexy nurse, eh?" he began, I am glad he did. I saw him grin at me.
"Yup, the one and only," I say, I heard him chuckle, his chuckles sounded so warm, welcoming, it caused me to chuckle a bit along with him.
"And you are a vampire?".
"Dracula, in fact," he says, correcting me.
"Is there a difference?".
"To most people no, but to me yes," he replies with a mighty smirk. A smirk that sends my heart into overdrive.
"I guess it will be of my utmost respect to ask the sexy nurse her name..." he says before reaching out his hand towards me. Then I saw him slightly bow down. Does he want to kiss my hand?...
His eyes meet mine, causing me to slightly fluster. I gave him my hand as he, with a big smile, accepted my hand into his before he planted his lips gently onto my hand.
Of course, this caused me to blush even further, I know that he notices my blush by the way he smirked at me.
But I cleared my throat before answering his question.
"Emma... My name is Emma.".
" Emma..." he repeats my name, causing tingles to flow through my body "Such a beautiful name, for such a beautiful woman," he says before giving me a wink. Okay, I don't know how he does it, but he is doing it...
"What about you?" I inquired.
There is a pause, a longer pause than I expected. Just as I was about to change the topic...
"My name is Brenden" he answered. "Yeah... Not such a good name for a guy as hot as me... I get that a lot" he added, smiling sadly.
"No... No, I was gonna say how I really like it... It sounds really nice, suits you..." I tried to reassure him. But to be honest, it does kinda suit him.
I then felt a sudden relief when I saw a smirk appear back on his face.
"Does the beautiful, sexy nurse want to dance with the Dracula?" he asked me, he offered his hand out moments later, just as a slow song comes on.
"My pleasure..." I accepted his offer. Now, I placed my hand on his.
As our hand's touched, it set off millions of sparks that soared through my body. I felt his dominating grip. He led us to clearance before we began dancing, we tried matching the speed of the song.
My hands go onto his shoulders, as I felt of his left-hand grip my hip, while his right-hand rested on my shoulder. That is about it from all I know about ballroom dancing.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
I nodded before I gave him a bleak smile. If I tell him that I don't know how to dance, he will definitely leave me. I know he will.
"You don't seem fine, tell me if it will make you feel better," he offered again.
I gave him another sheepish smile before directing my eyes down. I felt slightly embarrassed. A woman who can't dance?...
"You can't dance, can you?".
I feel my face slightly go pale before I closed my eyes. I am waiting for it. I am waiting for that dreadful feeling of his hands releasing me. But it never happens.
"You know, you can leave me... if you want to...".
I heard him clear his throat, as it caused me to look up at him.
"Now why would I do that?".
"Because... Because I can't dance... I know, laugh at me all you want...". I waited for him to giggle, chuckle, make any sound... make a possible squeak... Nothing...
I looked at him once again, I looked into his hypnotising, green eyes.
He gave me a look before cocking he right eyebrow. Without even realising the smirk on his face is back.
"You are lucky tonight..." he said. The expression on my face changed as I am wondering what on Earth he meant by that...
"I am good at dancing is what I meant. I can very quickly teach you, of course, if you want me to.".
I give him an appreciative smile." Please, it will make me look less dreadful at wedding and all the other occasions with dancing.".
I heard him giggle before he began directing me all the steps and showing me how to... Dance basically.
We stopped our sweet dancing half an hour later before we returned to the bar, where we were originally seated. I tried to look for Brendan or Britney, but they were nowhere to be seen. I am not going to lie, it has made me become slightly anxious, but then I remembered having Brenden by my side, at least it made me calm down ever so slightly.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked me.
"Water... please...".
I saw him raise an eyebrow. "Water?... At a crazy party like this?".
"Well, water is healthy..." I backed myself up.
"True... but blood is better...". He is joking, right... Right!?
"I am only messing with you..." He said it so softly. I guess he reassures me as I can only assume is because of the look on my face.
I can see him tensed, so to reassure him, I give him a smile. "Don't worry, I know you were not being serious..." Who am I kidding? The way he said it sounded so convincing.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he offers me. Me being me, I'd feel horrible declining his offer. Besides, what could go wrong?
"Sure...".
"Really?" he replied, sounding honestly surprised.
"But it is on you..." I tease him, slightly.
"You got that right, my lady," I instantly blush at the way he called me his lady.
"Bartender!"
Two more hours of drinking, dancing and laughing pass. I feel myself getting more drunk. So much for me watching my drinking.
"One more drink?" he asked me, he was drunk too.
"No... please, I did not plan on getting drunk, let alone this drunk, " I tell him.
"Ahh... One more, it's one of my favourites...".
Again, me being me...' sure why not... I mean, what is the worse that could happen?'.
I give him a smile, "sure... But one more!" I tell him.
"No problem!!" he said before he rushed over behind the bar as he begins making my drink. On that note, where is the bartender?
Multiple minutes later, he returns.
"Here it is..."
He handed me over the drink.
"Try it, I think you will like it."
I tried the drink and I liked it very much. I liked it so much that on my second sip, I downed the whole drink.
"Woah!..." he reacted.
"Fuck! That was good, can I get another one?".
He shook his head, "no, it is strong, it is bad for your stomach".
The fact is that my stomach could not have handled that one drink, minutes later, I noticed that my stomach began feeling odd, I did not feel well.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, as he could see my uneasiness.
"Yeah, I am fine..." I reassured him, but my face says otherwise, I began to sweat as I begin to feel lightheaded as well. I am trying so hard not to let the uncomfort be visible on my face.
Very soon dizziness kicked in and I started feeling nausea building up.
"I need some air..." I tell Brenden before I quickly walked off.
I walk through crowds of people, I pushed thought as my headache continued developing and along with that my nausea intensified.
I to feel alerted when I can feel the sensation that I am about to throw up.
The feeling caused me to run. I raced against my urges of gagging, by placing the palm of my hand against my mouth, I hoped that it would lower my nausea
I can finally saw the exterior lights, as a wave of cold air crashed against my face.
I managed to run outside, I ran to the side of the house before stopping, lowering my hand and letting all of my stomach goop shoots out of my mouth in the form of projectile vomit. I throw up two more times before I regain control of my drunk body, but the disgusting smell of alcohol mixed with my stomach acid made me almost gag again. I turned around, as I began walking back to the house, but I suddenly get hit by another headache as my vision becomes blurry. On top of that, the dizziness kicked in again.
At this point, I could barely stand on my feet. Slowly but surely, I have no choice but to allow the darkness to take over my body, consume me. It did not take long before I lost my balance and fell down. The last thing that I saw is the grass beneath me before everything turned pitch black.