Back to the Underground Club: Old Acquaintances

Maria glided gracefully across the dance floor, capturing the admiring gazes of many guys (and some girls) present there. The fact that she was alone only heightened their interest. They eagerly approached her, hoping to strike up conversations or even make a connection. Maria found this attention initially enjoyable; however, after a while, it began to feel overwhelming. In search of respite, she decided to move away from the crowded dance floor towards the bar area. There, she ordered a strong cocktail and lit a cigarette, taking a long, satisfying drag, followed by an exhale of thick stream of smoke.

Funny, I would've choked myself to death if I smoked like this before, but now it's nice. Same goes for the booze, and sex too. I can not only tolerate rough anal sex now, I actually love it and that's something I've never even considered as a normal girl. It's interesting how I can indulge myself in all these new intense pleasures, not to mention the ecstasy of blood flowing down my throat, but in the end it still seems that something is missing... Something real and permanent... Something not even Rachel can give me. Are these just some echoes of my lost humanity, or are these feelings really my own?

Her brief trip of introspection stopped when she noticed someone watching her intently from deep within the throng of people. His stare felt different from the other men who were openly flirting with her. This one wasn't ogling her; his glare held an unmistakable air of animosity and... familiarity? Despite not being able to pinpoint where she recognized him from, Maria couldn't shake off the feeling that they had crossed paths before. Her curiosity piqued, she hastily finished her drink and smoke, determined to find out more about this mysterious figure. However, just as she was about to set off on reaching this weird guy, a popular song began playing, causing everyone around her to flock back onto the dance floor. Amidst the chaos, Maria struggled to navigate through the sea of bodies, making her attempts at locating the enigmatic stranger futile. All her superior senses, speed and strength proved useless in the overcrowded mosh pit.

Instead, she went for a high spot and due to her height and high heels she had a clear view of most of the club. Thanks to the enhanced sight she could finally take usage of, she saw the guy climbing up the stairs towards the exit, while talking on the phone. Maria cursed, he was beyond her reach and it seemed pointless to continue chasing him.

As she jumped down her vantage point, she nearly bumped into a man that unexpectedly turned in her direction a moment before.

"Sorry, uhm, didn't see you," Maria apologized with a brief and polite smile, and turned back to the exit in hope of catching another glimpse of her target, but the guy held her arm.

"No problem... wait, I know you! It's you!" Surprised, she looked back at him; a wide, sincere grin spreading across his face with warm, dark eyes gazing at her joyfully, helped her instantly remember who this guy was - the biker she fed on in the toilet the last time she was here with Rachel. She focused back on her target, only to catch him leaving the staircase and exiting the club. She lost him and she sighed in defeat.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't remember me," biker misunderstood her reaction to her failed chase as disinterest in him. "From the bathroom? A week ago… Remember?"

Maria refocused on the insisting biker and checked him out. He was of average height and his biker outfit revealed enough about his frame - a fairly muscular body with some belly fat, reasonable for his age, somewhere in mid 30's. He was quite handsome, his full beard and thick black hair complemented his looks well.

Alright, he might not be the hottest guy in the club, but he certainly isn't bad-looking either. He was also not an asshole, that much I remember of him. And his scent...mmm... brings back the memories of his peculiar taste - so robust and full-bodied. Yummy. And the good thing is that he must have retained some memory of me and my feeding, at least on the subconscious level. Yeah, fuck that weirdo stalker, I'm gonna take this guy instead.

With an alluring grin spreading across her features, she turned towards him, displaying a captivating charm. Her eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers through her luscious locks, creating a mesmerizing effect. She then cooed softly, exuding an air of seduction, "Oh, I recall now, sorry. Uhm, I guess we really did have some fun in the bathroom that night, yeah."

The biker's face shone brightly as he observed her response, his heart swelling with renewed optimism. He couldn't help but feel encouraged by her interest in him and went with an honest approach, "Well, I have to admit there are some holes in my memory of that night. Would you mind helping me out with them by the drink?"

Maria nodded and followed him towards the bar. Drinks were ordered by the biker, and, oblivious to the surrounding crowd, their conversation unfolded with ease.

Maria, with a sly smile, produced a slender cigarette case. "Do you mind?"

He responded with a nod, his gaze tracing the lines of her face. "Not at all. In fact, I've always found an attractive woman with a cigarette even more alluring."

So this guy has a smoking fetish or something? This could prove useful...

She flicked the lighter, the flame dancing in the dimness. A slow drag, the cigarette glowing like a secret ember, and the game was on.

"That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think? Only hot girls get to indulge in this vice?" Maria took slow, deliberate drags, the scent of tobacco mixing with the tension between them.

"Nah, I didn't say that. In my view, as weird as it may be, smoking acts as a sort of a multiplier for women: smoking can make a sexy woman hotter, while an unattractive woman will usually act even more repulsive with a cigarette." The biker's eyes followed her hand as she brought the cigarette to her lips, each puff a subtle invitation.

"Ah, I get it. So, according to your logic, this cigarette in my hand is making me even sexier, I hope?" Maria chuckled, took another long drag and exhaled a long, thick plume that danced in the air before fading away.

"It sure does," he finally spoke up, "it fits with your style and adds more sexy darkness, maybe a hint of danger. I don't know if I'm making sense right now..." His cheeks turned pink as he stumbled over his words.

Maria smirked, enjoying how flustered he was. She tapped the ash from her cigarette into an ashtray nearby. "Actually, I think you're on to something, yeah. Darkness is just so alluring, isn't it?" She purred, "especially when mixed with a little touch of danger."

He slowly nodded, unsure of how to respond appropriately to her suggestive behaviour. Noticing this, Maria decided to change the subject and asked, “Maybe my memory is a bit foggy as well, I don't remember catching your name...?"

"Looks like we skipped that part last time, I don't remember yours either. I'm Igor, by the way."

"Igor?" Maria couldn't hide a smirk.

"Yeah, I know, it's not really the exemplar biker name. Blame my Russian folks," he shrugged and laughed light-heartedly, obviously accustomed to this kind of response.

"A Russian biker, named Igor, in the middle of the States? Huh, interesting combination! See, I'm not a typical yankee either. I'm an Italian goth girl - named Maria - born and living in the US," she said with a wide smile.

"Nice, the name really fits you. And I like your combination better."

"Thanks. So… do you come here often?”

Igor seemed relieved by her apparent interest in him and he responded with a shrug and a confident grin, "Not really... well, actually I do, but only recently."

"What changed your mind about this place then?" Maria raised her eyebrows.

"Uhm, I guess I've met someone here a week ago that made me interested in this place a lot more," he said suggestively.

Maria's voice took on a sweet tone as she asked, "Really? It seems like this girl must be really amazing to have you coming back here for an entire week."

"Special is an understatement, she's unique in every way possible. Funny thing is that I met her only once and can't even remember clearly what we actually did in the end, but after that night I can't get her out of my head," he continued their game. Maria found his approach refreshing and pleasant, opposite to the pestering of other guys that would rather just charge in.

"Sounds like you have serious issues with your memory," Maria chuckled as she gazed invitingly at him. Her amber-colored irises seemed to glow brighter than ever, captivating him in an almost hypnotic trance. As if drawn by an invisible force, he found himself moving towards her, unable to resist the magnetic pull emanating from those bewitching eyes. Maria playfully traced her fingertips along the fabric of his jacket, sending shivers down his spine. With a soft purr, she suggested, "I could help you retain the forgotten pieces. Maybe we could even add some new memories while we're at it. What do you think?"

The biker couldn't believe how incredibly attractive this woman was. He could vividly recall her lips pressing against his own but beyond that everything was just a haze, just an image or two of her kissing and nibbling on his neck. Yet the most powerful sensations came exactly from that hazy moment and ever since he couldn't shake the feeling that something powerful had happened that night, leaving him with a strange hangover and an even stranger hickey on his neck. But now, an opportunity had presented itself; one that might allow him to unravel this mystery and potentially experience it all over again. He couldn't afford to let it pass by, so he decided to seize it with both hands.

Stepping closer to her, he placed his hands on her hips and whispered in her ear, "I'd love to use your... assistance in exploring this mystery further, Maria."

She smiled upon hearing his enthusiastic agreement. "I'll do my best. Perhaps we could try reliving the moment of your blackout?" she added mischievously. "They say it's the best approach."

They were mere inches apart, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze that seemed to consume them both. Time stood still as they leaned forward in unison, their lips meeting in a searing kiss that ignited a fierce passion between them. Their tongues intertwined in a wild dance, exploring every crevice and igniting every nerve with raw desire. Igor's hands roamed over Maria's body, leaving trails of electricity in their wake as she responded with equal fervor, her fingers tracing hot patterns on his skin that left him trembling with need. In this moment, they were lost in each other, consumed by an intense connection that left them breathless and wanting more.

Maria's passionate desire for the biker grew stronger by the minute, stirring within her a sense of unease. As she recalled leaving Rachel alone with Jacob, a nagging worry began to gnaw at her. How long ago was that? Half an hour? Maybe less? It couldn't have been more? The thought of returning to find Jacob's lifeless body made her stop kissing Igor.

"What's wrong...?" Igor asked in confusion as Maria suddenly pulled away.

"Nothing, it's just...," she searched for an explanation. "Look, me and my friend got ourselves a private room back there and she's alone with some guy there. I don't want to leave her alone with him, but I also want you there with me. So... are you interested in joining me?"

Igor furled his brows and paused briefly before replying cautiously, "Depends. Uhm, I'd prefer for us to be alone, I don't know if I'd be comfortable with some people nearby."

"I understand and that's why I feel bad about it," admitted Maria. "But I really need to be there for her, you know. We don't have to... do anything that would be too weird for you. Just come and we'll see how it goes, alright? We need to hurry though, because I left my friend with him quite some time ago."

"Alright, lead the way," he finally conceded. Maria smiled confidently, knowing that once she had him inside, he'd be all hers.