A lonely bar full of desperate sinners and drunken boozers. What more could a hungry monster of the night want?

Cain had been wandering the streets for some time now, deciding it was a perfect time to catch a bite from his usual midnight stroll. Licking his lips growing hungrier with each brief whiff of the lingering smells of the crowd that surrounded him. His huffing and puffing drowning out the people muttering under their breath in distain for his broken-down appearance. His teeth sharpened to a point to express that his more vampiric nature was starting to uncontrollably seep out. A necklace made of rosary beads trailing down his neck meeting to an upside down cross trying its best to hold the urges he hid from the public. The glow from the dark red ruby shining more than needed. His hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his all-black leather jacket as his puffed-out hair flowed free past him in the subtle nightly breeze. His ripped-up jeans did nothing to help his status among the prowlers of the night. Unfortunately, the only place that was near him was an old-fashioned pub that seemed to come out of thin air. A sign hanging tall above him with a tree that was decorated with different symbols from all over the world attempting to make a connected planet. A strange sight to see to the vampire, but a welcomed one to say the least. His hunger getting the better of him for he was not one to be picky when his stomach told him to.

Cain stood in the doorway in all his messed-up glory. His jacket holding his right hand in response to his left opening the door with an unintentional violent force. An irritated snarl on his face showing that "I am a problem" look plainly for all to see. Though his necklace finally settled as he looked around his new surroundings but was met with little applause.

The air was filled with the ripe smell of liquor and the average blue-collar workers that wanted nothing more to rest their bones from the long day of hard labor. It was a small bar, more old school then the modern new world on the outside, not many tables and even fewer patrons to fill them. The walls were lined with plush seats that complimented the building's elegant, good looks. Hard wood flooring that shined with a silk glow from the dim lights that came from the candles that hung from the walls. High tables and chairs that allowed people to lean on them for balance as they struggle to stand. Even a little area to throw darts to pass the time. The bar itself was long and sat perfectly on the far-right side of the building. On one end, closest to the door, was a swinging gate that allowed the bartenders to move in and out with ease. While on the other end it was closed off and led to a closet where more liquor begged to come out. The stools where nothing fancy compared to the riches around them, just black leather rounded seats to rest the tired muscles of whoever needed relaxation. There was only one man at the counter, seemed to be slumped from hugging his bottle a little too much.

Though the bar gave off a nice welcoming smile, the people were anything but. Different beings young and old sat in their respective areas as a unspoken promise formed between the generations, neither side bothering the other. Drinking their cares away to leave the working world behind them. The stench of regrets tainting their human glow under the dim lighting of the candles. Yet there were some that smiled on this night. Friends of friends chuckling a bit under their breath in hopes that the vampire did not hear their mocking. Someone as out of place as Cain had no business being in a small fishing town like this one. Let alone the local bar that seemed to always have its lights on at the perfect time. But the chuckling stopped after a while as Cain observed the bar more, seeing if his thirst could truly be quenched at a time like this.

"This place is deader than their graveyard..." Cain started to think to himself as he walked up to the bar counter with a heavy sigh. An old soul was the only one there, resting his weeping face on the wooded counter of the bar. A beer in one hand and a face of regrets in the other. Passed out from prior engagements he dared not speak about again. Cain watched the man with disgust, though he was used to seeing it more than enough times. Giving off a loud moan, he placed himself on the bar stool and put his arm on the counter. He leaned his head on his hand to rest his eyes. He then lazily tapped his finger on the counter, unknowingly beckoning the bartender to come.

"This is useless. Ain't nobody here worth the effort. Might as well get a drink while I'm here." Cain finally spoke to the silence but met with an interesting character after such a plead.

"Good evening, sir. What can I get for you tonight?" The bartender said in a chokingly happy tone that seemed out of place and disturbed the atmosphere of the rest of the bar. A thick British accent torturing his vocal cords. A wickedly handsome smile adorning his face as he greeted his new customer.

"Whatever whiskey you..." Cain started but suddenly stopped as he turned his head to see the enchanting bartender that waltzed into his line of sight. He was much younger than the crowd that plagued the place. He was tall and sported a nicely put together dark purple vest and black slacks that complemented his deep brown, shiny, slicked up hair. His smile was warm, but his eyes were closed, although it seemed like he could see perfectly fine. Inviting Cain as he tilted his head and gave a look that enhanced his already handsome face. His strange, pointed earrings dangled from his ear as their tiny chains sang softly into the air. His appearance matching perfectly with the exotic British accent he posed.

Cain was taken aback by the juxtaposition of a young, charming man that was surrounded by a bar scattered with lonely, sorrowful people who looked like they hated life.

"...got." Cain finished his sentence with a faint smile of his own.

"Of course, one moment." The bartender said as he nodded delightfully in response to the hidden beast, walked away to get the drink, yet opening his eyes just a bit to keep a good long lustrous stare on the new patron. Cain felt a shiver heat up his frozen spine as he watched the fine man abandon him for a moment. Taking a little time to lean across the bar ever so slightly to see if there was anything to see behind the attractive face. Sadly, the man was covered with an apron that wrapped around his waist, hiding the show behind. Cain scoffed a little then leaned back onto the bar stool.

"Never mind, this might not be as bad as I thought," Cain thought to himself as he patiently waited for the bartender to come back. His thirst growing stronger with each passing second that the bartender took to pour the drink.

"We don't get many outsiders here," The bartender announced as he walked back over with a chilled glass and a bottle of whiskey. Cain smiled as he watched the bartender work his magic. The spicy liquid starting to pour over a small hill of squared ice made specifically for this purpose. The frozen water singing sweet graces of bliss while being drowned in hops.

"Couldn't imagine why. Charming place you got here" Cain mentioned, peering around to look at the tough atmosphere full of melancholy patrons. Keeping his head precariously on his hand attempting to not move too fast for the elders.

"It's better during the day, I assure you. But if it brought you here then I'm happy. Though I'd love to know what exactly brought you here. My sign is not as bright as the others." The bartender chuckled as he begun to pour the bitter liquor into the chilled glass, splashing all over the ice.

"Eh, just dropped by to see if there was anyone interesting to play with. But starting to think this might not be my kind of crowd." Cain said as he leaned into his head on his hand, letting his other one wave in the air to add to his performance. The bartender enjoyed the dramatic man's looking back and forth to observe the crowd he was working with.

"There are some fascinating spirits around this area. It shouldn't take too long to find one that is worth it." The bartender implored with a chuckle as he watched the angsty vampire struggle under the pressure of the elderly men. Then placed the finished drink in front of Cain, keeping his hand there for the moment.

"Oh yeah?" Cain smiled as he took his own hand and placed it where the bartenders was. The bartender froze as he felt the warm hands that Cain possessed cradle his own. They were soft and felt as if they were longing for another. Cain softly gripped the man's hand ever so slightly as he tilted his head.

"You one of them, doll face." Cain said with a crooked smile, attempting to insnare the good-looking bartender. A physical touch was all that this beast needed in order to entice his prey. Slowly, he started pouring a bit of his power into his hands, causing the bartender to stir in his own emotions. The bartender stared at Cain, without saying a word until he noticed that everything around him steadily started to fade away. A muffled voice stirred under the lighting which caused Cain's eyes to appear brighter than they naturally were already. As if they were glowing, looking right into the bartender's soul. For the moment, the bartender seemed to be in a trance, but as Cain backed his hand away it was broken. Cain had loosened his grip on the bartender's hand to reach for the drink that was underneath it. The bartender snapped out of the daze the vampire had put him under. Acting as if nothing happened, he smiled the odd feeling off while loosening his own grip on the glass.

"I'd be happy to bring you some company as I work. That is my job after all." The bartender said, lifting one of his fingers to continue his touch with Cain. The bartender then slightly opened his eyes, a bright and odd purple gaze took over Cain, sending a signal of his own as he finished his thought.

"Though, I am getting pretty bored myself..." the bartender said with an inviting smirk, finally completely lifting his hand away from the beckoning call of the vampire's temptation. The handsome man then waltzed himself away as there were more patrons to tend to. Cain smiled as his little trick seemed to work wonders on the good looker that strutted away to deal with the small crowd that called for his mastery in the alcoholic world. Though it was a little strange the trance did not last as long as it usually did. For some it would take minutes to come back to reality, but it seemed like this bartender was more then just that.

"Fuckin' tease." Cain brushed it off, thinking his lack of substance was the reason for him not being at full power. Hopefully, he would not be empty for long.

Cain then went for a sip of the bitter water, closing his eyes to enjoy the refreshing beverage, he suddenly opened them as he heard the ice fall. Just as he did, he noticed a small piece of paper sticking out between his fingers. Confused, he sat the drink back down on the counter, his eyebrow raising in suspicions as he gazed over to the bartender who was now serving others with the same friendly smile.

"How did..." Cain thought to himself. Looking back down at the paper to unwrap it, reading a small message that was inscribed inside.

"Bathroom, 30 mins." Then the end marked with an image of a decretive heart.

Cain sat there for a second, trying to contain his laughter. Lifting the piece of paper to his lips to cover his expression. The bigger his mouth opened, the more prominent his fangs showed.

"Cheeky." He whispered to himself, peering over to the culprit that was working at the other end of the bar. Chuckling at the child's play that indulged in sins as he waited for the bartender

The minutes ticked by as the bar slowly dissolved into more silence, the ice shifting in his glass more apparent than the soft music that surrounded him. He had lit a cigarette as to not seem too out of place, but it wasn't really needed since no one looked his way. Normally he was the one to start the party, but there was no party to be had in this burial ground of a bar. The older generation started to become more predominant as they greeted one another, the younger ones slipping out soon after. The vampire not really being the first thing on their mind. Though no one needed to know that there was a blood sucker around so Cain kept his distance. He did, however, take any chance to peer over his shoulder to see if anything would look his way, but all he got were nasty glares and stares in return.

"What's a hottie like him, working at a place like this anyways? This place has nothing but rusted bones and glass shards hanging from it ceiling." Cain expressed as smoke escaped from his lungs. Checking the time once more, waiting patiently for his next meal to return. Once the clock finally reached his desired time, Cain grinned as he finished his drink and placed it on the bar. He gathered his strength to get off the old bar stool and hit his boots on the ground with a sharp tap, placing his lit cigarette in the cup of ice. The heated ashes at the end of it sizzled with glee as they hit the intense chill of the ice.

"Only one way to find out now." Cain said to himself as he made his way to the bathroom of the bar, going down a narrow hallway that led to three doors. One with a sign of the office of the boss and two being the bathrooms. The doors that led to the bathrooms matched the entire interior of the bar, older looking with a splash of unknown stains scattered around for good measure. As Cain walked up to the men's room, there was a sign that hung from the knob that said, "Closed for Cleaning."

"Ain't you sweet." The vampire clicked his tongue as he went for the door. Cain turned the knob and simply walked right in, nothing blocking his path. An average looking men's room, stalls for everything with urinals lining the wall. A somewhat fancy-looking counter set with two sinks and a good amount of space in between. The walls had a very homey wood trim that matched the floors with a patterned green forest tile, making it really hard to see how truly dirty the room was. Though this was a bar that has faced a drunken stupor every now and again, it was surprisingly clean. But that cleanliness of the room could also be contributed by the tall man that was using a mop and bucket to make the floor sparkle. The door of the room finally shut with a heavy thud as Cain leaned on it to make sure it was properly closed.

"Sorry, the bathroom is closed." The bartender said, letting a more rugged accent slip pass as he continued his cleaning. Continuing to work at the sinful marks that stained the ground.