Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20191221073516/@comment-44464716-20191223021407

I look again at the Mamono in question. At first glance, the only way I knew it even was a mamono was from the bartender pointing it out. She looked almost completely human; her most notable features being her long red hair, skin pale as milk, and her big hat on the post next to her. It's only after a few moments that I notice her red eyes.

"She's a Dhampir, right?" I ask. My mamono knowledge is not the best, and I just had some single-malt whisky. "Don't they try to date human men, rather than take human men."

"That's the story," The bartender says, "But I personally don't trust any of that. I've seen enough 'nice' mamono come into the bar and act like beasts."

Curious, I ask, "Has she ever been like that?" Part of me can't see her as acting like that. She didn't exactly seem... lustful; at least not overtly so.

The bartender shrugs. "She comes and goes; never staying for very long." He then raises an eyebrow, "You aren't actually interested in her; are you?"

I just shrug and finish my drink. I figure it would at least make sense to talk to her. But, before I can get up, I notice her already standing up and heading towards me. She sits down next to me, and, now that she's up close and I can see her frankly amazing features more clearly, I immediately get very nervous. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. Fortunately for me, she speaks first.

"Single Malt; aged 20 years."

I look at the bottle, and I'm impressed. "You know your whisky."

"No; I just read the bottle." We both have a good laugh. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the bartender shake his head and walk away. But my eyes are focused solely on this lovely creature in front of me. We continue to converse, and I have a lovely time.

One thing leads to another, and I wake up the next morning in my bed and, for the first time ever, someone's there beside me (it's the Dhampir).