✙ ▬ Ｄａｒｋ Ｃｈｉｌｄ
The kaleidoscopic lights jazzed with the bass, illuminating his face in flirtatious hues, hiding the demise that lingered in his eyes. The dry-ice smoke sauntered at his feet, cold and heavy, with the sticky scent of sweat and paint. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the club, being the only person frozen to his spot. The thought dragged a soft chuckle. Person, the word conveniently described him at surface, that and peppered with words such as deluded in darkness. But what was he really if not a person? He was barely a vampire, Lorraine made that very clear, pointing out his ironic disgust for human blood. How will you survive? She’d often tease. Why does she care if he doesn’t? Oh right, because he was her lackey. A brainless errand boy who will do anything at her bidding. Being reminded day and day again was pathetic.