“It’s the only name I should have been given. My birth name is ridiculous.”
Yep, because Enoch is so normal.
The server approaches, her smile faltering when she gets a good look at my date. “What can I get you?”
Enoch mumbles, his teeth threatening to fall out. I have no idea what he’s trying to say.
She leans in, her ear tilted towards him. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll have a… bloooooooody—”
“What?”
“I think he wants a Bloody Mary,” I say. He nods sharply, and I hold back the groan at how unoriginal he is. “And I’m fine for now.”
Her look saysSure, if you say so, but she leaves.
Enoch’s makeup is so thick his eyes look sunken. All he needs is a cape and a broach to complete the Dracula cosplay.
“You’re not drinking?” he asks.
“Still deciding.”
The drink arrives, and Enoch pulls a flask out of his pocket. He pours something thick and dark into his glass.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he says. “I like a little extra sauce.”
“…Sauce?”
“Blood.”
My stomach turns as I watch him stir his drink, the color turning darker. “Wait—that’s real?”
“I work at a blood bank. Easy access.”
That’s it. “Yeah, I’m calling it a night.”
“Why?”
“I couldn’t explain it if I tried. Good luck with… this. I hope you find someone who finds you endearing instead of disgusting.”
“Disgusting?”
“Real blood?”
He scoffs, turning his nose up at me. “I’m a real vampire.”
“That’s not a real thing,” I hiss and stand. “Besides, vampires don’t wear stripper glitter. Stop binge-readingTwilightfanfiction.”
I hurry over to Mona, signaling to the server. “Vodka soda—heavy on the vodka.”
“What happened?” Mona asks, grinning. “He looks pissed.”
“He seems to really believe he’s a vampire. And poured real blood into his Bloody Mary.”
“No way.”
“He works at a blood bank.”
