An Interesting Guest (Mark)

[elizabeth]

Elizabeth glared at Mark. She grabbed the bottle from him and slammed its body against the bar, shards of glass flying everywhere, bursting against her skin but not drawing blood.
“Start behaving,” she growled, taking a roll of bills from her pocket and handing the bartender the basic cost of the bottle. The bartender took the money and hurried down the bar to tend to another customer.
She gripped Mark by the collar and pulled him forward so that her furious eyes were the only thing he could possibly look at. They were so close that she could feel his breath against her face. Bearing her fangs, she hissed, eyes turning dark red, a ferocious sight to see. The beauty she once had disappeared into her vampire being, and she plunged her fangs into his neck, blood flowing over her lips and down her chin, dribbling onto his shirt.
She ripped her fangs from his body and threw him away, once again composed and wiping the flow of blood from her face.
“You want to go back to your home baby?” Elizabeth sneered at Mark, stepping forward as if she were going to feed off him again. She grasped his wrist and twisted it behind his back.
“You see that?” she whispered into his ear, “It doesn’t matter how baddass you think you are. You are a mortal, and you might as well get used to being my slave.”

[Janson Mark]

Mark was surprised when Elizabeth slammed the bottle down and sent glass shards flying, some impacting on him but only causing negligible and easily ignorable cuts. What was really shocking, though, was that she grabbed him and fed off of his blood in the open. At least a dozen people could have seen that and maybe more, did she even care? Evidently not.

Mark's wrist bulged as she twisted it behind his back and she sneered at him. Be her servant for life? Mark quickly decided that he wouldn't put up with that for long.

"What the hell is your problem? I was getting a god damn drink, you psychotic bitch." He growled through clinched teeth. He shivered bit as blood dripped down from his neck.

[elizabeth]

“Ah, curses. Easy to say, but not as easy to live up to. You do realize that compared to me, you have as much power as an infant does over its mother? But understand that I have no affection towards you, which gives me the freedom to cause pain. And I do enjoy blood. If you were smart and valued your life, you would shut up, but from what I’ve seen, you’re not too bright. Not even for a human of your age. After all, even a child who is kidnapped realizes that their captor will keep them alive longer if they are less of an annoyance. You have no survival skills.”

No one paid much attention to them. People were used to fights in the bar, although some people stopped to stare. Mostly humans, as the vampires understood what the argument was most likely about.

“Hey,” the bartender said gruffly, “Mind getting away from the bar? You’re taking up costumer space.”

Elizabeth grasped Mark’s arm and pulled him away so that they were standing off the side of the dancer floor. Bodies pulsed around them, twisting and turning in all directions, like the walking dead themselves, endless energy to spare. Elizabeth turned on Mark.

“If you leave this club, trust that I’ll find you,” she said, and left him there, escaping into the stampede of dancing humans and vampires. She just hoped some other vampire wouldn’t kill him while she was away.

[Janson Mark]

Mark scowled at Elizabeth and flipped her the middle finger as she left him in the dancing crowd. She would find him if he left and he wasn't feeling like dying, so he just stood there, the only person not dancing in the crowd, the only body not in motion, and the only one that was pissed off. Also, the only one looking angry. An island of sobering immobility in a choppy sea of drunken joy. After a few moments of thought about his current situation, his expression changed from pissed off to resigned. He was never going to get out of this hell, this was his life til the day he died, which he hoped would be mercifully soon.