Harry drew his coat up closer to his neck, the biting wind tinting his cheeks and nose red. He was working his usual corner despite the cold. His sales were always better in the winter, customers willing to pay more for a warm body.
He glanced up at the darkening clouds, threatening snow. The crunch of tires on asphalt drew his attention down the street to a familiar car. The sight made Harry's nose curl, despite himself. One of his regulars. An unpleasant man who always wanted to push the boundaries a little too far.
Before the car quite reached him another parked across the street, sleek and black. Expensive. The driver side window rolled down to reveal a man as sleek and dark as his car. When he raised a hand to wave Harry over he didn't waste a glance towards his regular, setting a steady pace across the street.
The street lights cast strange shadows making the man seem paler than he was, though they were always pale. His eyes shone bloody red, dark and sharp as his teeth when he smiled.
“Evening, would you like to get out of the cold?”
Harry smiled, practiced and charming as he slid into the passenger seat. The car was warm, nearly too hot compared to the freezing temperatures outside and Harry had to fight from melting into the leather seat.
“What are you looking for tonight, sir?” Harry loosened his coat, a tease to expose his throat and low top. The man didn't disappoint, eyes dipping down appreciatively. This wouldn't be his hardest job by far, the man was undeniably attractive, all cheekbones and dark curls. And if he paid as well as his car suggested Harry might could take a vacation.
“I was hoping to get something to go,” He leaned forward, smirk suggestive and Harry hesitated.
“I don’t do house calls. I’d be happy to help you out here, though, or there's a motel-”
“I don’t do motels,” The man interrupted and Harry tried not to bristle. His words were smooth, honeyed but there was an unignorable steel underlying the statement, nearly a demand.
Harry shifted closer to the door, gut telling him to run, brain reminding him to never turn his back on a predator.
“Sorry I can't be more accommodating. You can likely find someone else that’d be happy to…” Harry trailed off as the man pulled a tight roll of bills and set them on the center console between them.
“I pay well.” He stated confidently. “Plus a tip if you’re good,”
Harry weighed the risks in his head. The man screamed danger but when did his customers not? The top bill in the roll was a 100, Harry tried to mentally calculate how much money he’d get. Too much to say no to. His smile slid back into place, playful.
“I’ve heard I’m very, very good,”
He rolled his sleeves back, mostly because of the heat in the car but the way his customers' eyes lingered was an added bonus.
“So what should I call you, mister?” Harry asked as they rolled back onto the road.
This is a fun little au ive been playing around with. I like the idea of a vampire led world where people can be paid for their blood? I'm excited abt it
