Mango and Wine

"What do you suggest, sir? Strawberry or Mango?" He looked intensely at the poor old guy who only happened to sell smoothies at night. It was spitting dark already and seeing a man who had very protective gears on, with his hoodie on, a mask, and pitch glasses, it weirded him out. However, he can't even say no to him.

"Uhh, probably the Mango, young man. It's a personal taste, but you should try 'em. Surprised you haven't tasted such a thing at all, is that what you have said to me?" The old guy leaned closer to him a bit, indicating that he awaits for his very response.

"Y-yes," He sipped the fresh mango smoothie and he was astonished by the unique but sweet taste. "This splendid flavor is a true new feeling. How have you come up with such an idea to hypothesize this very drink? In my days, we only had a few delightful traditional wines, and it was not even that pleasing. This is far better than that." He continued to give it another sip.

The old guy twitches his nose, he was too struck by what he just said, processing it like it was some sort of a maths complicated issue. He could not believe it, and he chose not to.

'Maybe this guy's just hungry. Or sarcastic.' Was what the old guy had thought. He was already closing the shop anyway so she proceeded to do it.

"I don't know about which age you are talking to, but definitely mine had these smoothies." After the old guy saw how he was enjoying it, he marked a smile on his face. "And those ages, I could say were the best. Everyone was very carefree and they had their freedom with 'em, nowadays you get lesser freedom and if you're poor, then it's going to be hard for you to live on."

He was silent for a while, and when he realized it, the shop was closed. He was left there, sipping his mango smoothie. He bought two, so he could not get enough of it.

His head was above the clouds, as the moonlight hit his presence, he wondered about the old guy's words. It was truly deep and meaningful, the only thing that entered his head was how much he wanted to return to his normal state. Thinking that it could have been way better if he had stayed as a human, no vampires involved, and everything had gone according to what he had planned for his and his mother's future.

He was left there regretting once again. As he was walking back to his apartment, the quiet roads gave him peace, sereneness flashed through his insides, and he felt tranquility within. The moon shone through his face and his red pupils were reflected. He removed his hoodie, complacent that he was all alone there.

"How dare you play with me, fate." Underneath his cold breath, he muttered.

From afar, he heard something. He immediately wore his hoodie and followed the little to almost nothing music, if not for him searching it, he could have never heard the rest of it. He hasn't even reached it yet, but using his tyrant skills of hearing, he could hear the little squeals, the drunkard's flirting with different women, and the pole dancers.

"Huh, what could that be?" He plotted inside his head, it was a tremor to his perspective. He had never seen such a colorful place.

After walking for a while, he arrived in front of an establishment. People were lining up to get in and they all had a little paper to show to this one huge muscular guy before they were let in, he furrowed his brows. Out of curiosity, he also lined up, patiently waiting instead of dashing inside with the use of his speed. Partly, it was because he was saving his energy in case he needed it.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Where's your passcard?"

Without even realizing it, he was already in front of the bald muscular guy. "Passcard?"

"Yeah, you heard me right. PASSCARD, do I have to repeat myself over and over again?" Intimidatingly, he responded. His voice was deep and coarse, which made him look more terrifying than he, himself, who was a vampire, had thought.

"Uhm," He hummed. "I don't have one, can I just pay using this card?" He showed the card, the card that Conrad gave him.

The guy looked at the rest of the people who were watching the guests come in as well, and they all burst into laughter. Which he was very confused about, questions rampaged inside his head, thinking if he had done something wrong, yet he was pushed in by the bald guy.

"You seem to be new here so I'll give you a chance this one time, this place will be exclusive for you only for this night. So then mate, enjoy." Came out of his mouth, whispering it to him as if it was anything special, and then later on, he was brought further inside.

Finally, the guy let him go and before he proceeded, he saw him whispering to another bloke and they had another good laugh. The curves on his brows just gotten far more worse than that, however he still proceeded to venture on his continuous curiosity. Like a cat who was searching for the raw small of the lingering scent of the fish, he strode inside.

And then what stopped him was a door, he knew that after he opens this, there could be a lot of possibilities that danger would come right after him, but what can he do? He was prone to the different sorts of danger in this world. And it was pretty itching to know what could be behind this door. So, without further ado, he held the knob and pushed it, causing it to open.

Loud banging of noises, laughters, giggles, mockings, and even weeping was heard. He even covered his right ear, it was too much all at once.

"What is this place?" He asked himself, while walking to find himself a seat.

There was an average size stage, where naked women were dancing as bloated men threw cash on their bodies. Even wine was thrown to them, it irked him, but he could not think of anything to do. He was left with hands not knowing how to work.

But, what he had failed to see was how these people here actually chose to be here.

He walked near the counter as it was the only vacant place with few empty seats, the bartender attended to him, he was too distracted at the gore sight of women please those piglets of men, it was disgusting yet why was he asking so many questions inside his head.

"Excuse me, may I take your order, uh, sir?" Bartender was shocked to see someone like him inside here, of course, because he was also covered.

"Uhm," he looked around and none of these beverages or whatever felt familiar to him. Everything there and then was probably established during the times where he was still mourning about those ol' days. "Probably the one over there."

The bartender followed the direction he was pointing, and nodded. "Nothing else? Just that?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure sir? Because, as you may see it's a bit, probably not going to be to your liking, it's your first time here?"

"Whatever suits you, just go on with that." It looked quite delightful to him, so he wanted to give it a try.

This night has been truly stirring for him. He reckoned he probably needed to do this, since he was new to the place, with what he was doing, it could unveil such secrets that he had never known before. This generation has truly changed,

"Here's your drink sir, tell me if you need a couple for bottles."

After that, he stared at it for quite some time before he decided to gulp it all in. And ecstasy as if drifted through his throat and to his insides. Made him somehow shiver. After he had a few chugs he decided to explore the place more, entered a few rooms, until one room caught his attention. And what caught his attention was the noises coming inside it.

It was screams, the thick walls would cover the squealing from these basic mortals, but for him, walls were no excemption to slip through his ears. He could hear anybody and anyone he wishes to hear.

"Get away from me- you-"

"Huh, you think you can escape? No one's going to know you're even here you sl*t."

Vulgar words one after the other. And it was his turning point, that was the cue, he barged in the room just to see the man attempting to possess his evil doings upon the woman who looks as if she wanted to badly cry any moment now.

"Hey, who told you to just barge in like that? You ill-mannered kid, get out!" The man furiosuly yelled at him, he had his suit already in for take off, which made him exactly angrier.

Luther had no chance but to use a bit of force upon this man, and so using his speed, he took the woman out of the room, and raised a fist to the man. Made him shock by the hit and knocked him down, after that, he heard endless squeals and shrieking noises from other rooms. He was horrendously shock throughout this experience and yet he did not hesitate, until he realized that he was in need of blood already.

Looking at the time, it's already pass midnight, he was yet to recover and here he was picking a fight.

He wobbled his way out, everything was circling within his vision. And at one point, it ws that weird and arousing scent again.

The scent that caught his sense of smell and dominated his left sanity.