He put on his favorite blue jeans, a pair of white sport shoes and a silken black shirt tailored in the style of the 80's.
He also had to wear his glasses although he didn't need them anymore.
He grabbed his cellphone, his wallet and the keys to his bike.
He drove a black 1000cc Ducati which was decorated with green stripes, a gift he had bought to himself!!!
He had been saving money for that reason for almost twenty years.
Even now his parents didn't know about it.
He knocked on the door of the neighboring apartment.
-Apostolos I am going to the party, I will be up late so don't wait for me....
-Have a good time ma-mister...
He flied down the stairs in his hurry to get out. He was really excited!
''What could go wrong?'' he kept thinking to himself.
He turned on his bike and pressed the gas multiple times.
The night belonged to him!
He could feel it.
Soon he was on his way to the campus. Memories, he'd been trying to forget flooded his mind.
He sent them away.
''No, not tonight. You are not going to spoil my party''
He flashed his student ID and the security men lifted the bar so he could bring his bike inside.
So excited was he that he didn't even notice that one them had taken a picture of him while writing down his bike's plates.
He drove to the building where the party was being held.
He could already hear loud music and the sounds of people having fun.
He parked his bike a few meters away from the building and had already spotted some of his classmates.
-Paul? Is it really you mate or is it your ghost?
-Nikos!!! Glad to see you mate, Paul said greeting one of the guys.
-We haven't seen you since...well, you know since when.
-I know, it's been a tough time for me, but now I'm here, so let's have a good time.
-That's my boy! Beer or whiskey?
"Blood", he thought.
-I'll have whiskey please, no ice.
He moved about greeting everyone, even exchanged a few words with some of them, but even there, in this crowded place, he still felt alone.
Yes these people laughed with him and embraced him as their own, maybe even some of them had missed him, but if they really knew who or what he was they would start running, screaming.
So he kept moving around to avoid allowing his mind to follow this trail of gloomy thoughts.
The music grew louder and louder and soon maddening techno songs were covering every other sound in the area.
That's when Paul saw her.
He felt a surge of powerful emotions.
First thing was her looks.
She was wearing a long, black silken dress, strict at the front but leaving her whole back exposed.
On her neck a platinum, pearl necklace probably some fake antique of old times would betray her good taste.
Her black high heels made her look taller but she didn't need that. She was the most beautiful woman in that party and Paul would even bet his life on that.
The next thing one would notice was her hair. Long and dyed in a platinum shade, they made her pretty, pale face shine in the moonlight.
She couldn't have been a student, although she looked young enough to be one.
Her taste in clothes and her way of moving around betrayed a much older woman.
But that face...she couldn't be more than eighteen or twenty.
Then there was her smell. Even from almost ten meters away Paul could smell her perfume. It was not some cheap perfume just to attract people, this perfume smelled of her. He couldn't explain that feeling but it was like this perfume had been created for her, like it was her inherent smell.
And finally her voice...She spoke in such a clear way, her voice like crystal, that one could hear her speak eternaly.
Paul reached for one of his friends.
-George do you happen to know this girl over there?
-Her? Out of all the girls here you picked her?
-Yes, why? Do you know her?
-Well, I don't. But look at her mate, she is not from this world. She must probably be a gift to us from an alien race. She wouldn't even look at me or you.
-Someone here must know her name...
-I think Joanna does but don't get your hopes up.
Paul turned to the girl.
-Joanna?
-Hey Paul! I didn't know you were here. How are you?
-I'm fine. Do you happen to know her?, asked Paul pointing towards the dancing figure.
-Of course I do.
-Is she a student?
-Well sort of...I don't know what school she is from but she joins most of the parties happening here.
-Is she dating anyone?
-I don't think so. Look at them, they are all around her and she acts like they are not even there. Don't tell me you have a crush on her?
-Not yet Joanna but I am afraid I will if she continues dancing like that!
-Ha ha ha ha ha, all men are the same.
-Is she Greek?
-Well she speaks Greek fluently but I think I heard she is from Spain.
-And what's her name?
-It was a weird one, I can't remember it right now but I am sure it started with an "R". I could ask my friend Elena if you'd like.
Paul couldn't wait anymore to meet that girl, an animal instinct had awoken inside him.
-Screw that I am going to talk to her.
-Good luck Paul, don't get hurt, said George laughing.
Paul paused to think for something clever to say. First impressions are the most important thing.
He also removed his glasses.
While he was thinking, the woman's cellphone fell from her hands.
That was all he needed. He rushed and reached it first while the woman was still bending for it.
He came face to face with her breasts -"Oh my god they are perfect" he thought- and then he saw her face.
-I believe this is yours.
-It certainly is. Thanks a lot, she said smiling.
-Haven't seen you around, are you a student?
-Sort of...If you haven't seen ME around then you don't go to parties often! How about you?
-I am a student here at the nuclear physics department.
-Which year are you on?
-I am on my second one, replied Paul.
Suddenly he couldn't breathe, her eyes had caught his in their gaze.
It was like a black hurricane drawing him in and when he would reach its eye he wouldn't care about anything else.
So lost was he in those eyes he didn't even notice that the music had changed to a slower song so as to give couples a chance to express their love or encourage new couples to be born.
-Well, it seems like this party has just died, said the woman, and I can see my company ready to leave for a livelier place. It was nice meeting you and thank you for picking up my phone.
-The pleasure was all mine, or it will be if I were able to see you another night.
-Why not tonight? Do you mind joining us? I can assure you that my friends don't bite!
-Why the hell not? Where are we headed for?
-I can give you a ride, said the woman and her voice was so erotic that if Paul wasn't a vampire he would have been aroused for sure.
-I have my ride parked close by I am afraid.
-Well, in that case find us at PURGATORY. Do you know it?
-I think I do. Isn't it a goth club for rich people?
-Ha ha ha ha, well not only for the rich and certainly not just a goth club. A friend of mine owns the place.
-I apologize if I have insulted you friend then.
-Apology accepted. Meet you there in, let's say, twenty minutes?"
-It's a deal.
-NO! It's a date, Mr...
-Paul, Paul Anageropoulos.
-Okay Mr...Can I just call you Paul?
-It would be my pleasure if you did.
-Okay then Paul.
-Wait a second. What's your name or should I just call you mysteriously gorgeous woman?
-It's Roxanne!
He also had to wear his glasses although he didn't need them anymore.
He grabbed his cellphone, his wallet and the keys to his bike.
He drove a black 1000cc Ducati which was decorated with green stripes, a gift he had bought to himself!!!
He had been saving money for that reason for almost twenty years.
Even now his parents didn't know about it.
He knocked on the door of the neighboring apartment.
-Apostolos I am going to the party, I will be up late so don't wait for me....
-Have a good time ma-mister...
He flied down the stairs in his hurry to get out. He was really excited!
''What could go wrong?'' he kept thinking to himself.
He turned on his bike and pressed the gas multiple times.
The night belonged to him!
He could feel it.
Soon he was on his way to the campus. Memories, he'd been trying to forget flooded his mind.
He sent them away.
''No, not tonight. You are not going to spoil my party''
He flashed his student ID and the security men lifted the bar so he could bring his bike inside.
So excited was he that he didn't even notice that one them had taken a picture of him while writing down his bike's plates.
He drove to the building where the party was being held.
He could already hear loud music and the sounds of people having fun.
He parked his bike a few meters away from the building and had already spotted some of his classmates.
-Paul? Is it really you mate or is it your ghost?
-Nikos!!! Glad to see you mate, Paul said greeting one of the guys.
-We haven't seen you since...well, you know since when.
-I know, it's been a tough time for me, but now I'm here, so let's have a good time.
-That's my boy! Beer or whiskey?
"Blood", he thought.
-I'll have whiskey please, no ice.
He moved about greeting everyone, even exchanged a few words with some of them, but even there, in this crowded place, he still felt alone.
Yes these people laughed with him and embraced him as their own, maybe even some of them had missed him, but if they really knew who or what he was they would start running, screaming.
So he kept moving around to avoid allowing his mind to follow this trail of gloomy thoughts.
The music grew louder and louder and soon maddening techno songs were covering every other sound in the area.
That's when Paul saw her.
He felt a surge of powerful emotions.
First thing was her looks.
She was wearing a long, black silken dress, strict at the front but leaving her whole back exposed.
On her neck a platinum, pearl necklace probably some fake antique of old times would betray her good taste.
Her black high heels made her look taller but she didn't need that. She was the most beautiful woman in that party and Paul would even bet his life on that.
The next thing one would notice was her hair. Long and dyed in a platinum shade, they made her pretty, pale face shine in the moonlight.
She couldn't have been a student, although she looked young enough to be one.
Her taste in clothes and her way of moving around betrayed a much older woman.
But that face...she couldn't be more than eighteen or twenty.
Then there was her smell. Even from almost ten meters away Paul could smell her perfume. It was not some cheap perfume just to attract people, this perfume smelled of her. He couldn't explain that feeling but it was like this perfume had been created for her, like it was her inherent smell.
And finally her voice...She spoke in such a clear way, her voice like crystal, that one could hear her speak eternaly.
Paul reached for one of his friends.
-George do you happen to know this girl over there?
-Her? Out of all the girls here you picked her?
-Yes, why? Do you know her?
-Well, I don't. But look at her mate, she is not from this world. She must probably be a gift to us from an alien race. She wouldn't even look at me or you.
-Someone here must know her name...
-I think Joanna does but don't get your hopes up.
Paul turned to the girl.
-Joanna?
-Hey Paul! I didn't know you were here. How are you?
-I'm fine. Do you happen to know her?, asked Paul pointing towards the dancing figure.
-Of course I do.
-Is she a student?
-Well sort of...I don't know what school she is from but she joins most of the parties happening here.
-Is she dating anyone?
-I don't think so. Look at them, they are all around her and she acts like they are not even there. Don't tell me you have a crush on her?
-Not yet Joanna but I am afraid I will if she continues dancing like that!
-Ha ha ha ha ha, all men are the same.
-Is she Greek?
-Well she speaks Greek fluently but I think I heard she is from Spain.
-And what's her name?
-It was a weird one, I can't remember it right now but I am sure it started with an "R". I could ask my friend Elena if you'd like.
Paul couldn't wait anymore to meet that girl, an animal instinct had awoken inside him.
-Screw that I am going to talk to her.
-Good luck Paul, don't get hurt, said George laughing.
Paul paused to think for something clever to say. First impressions are the most important thing.
He also removed his glasses.
While he was thinking, the woman's cellphone fell from her hands.
That was all he needed. He rushed and reached it first while the woman was still bending for it.
He came face to face with her breasts -"Oh my god they are perfect" he thought- and then he saw her face.
-I believe this is yours.
-It certainly is. Thanks a lot, she said smiling.
-Haven't seen you around, are you a student?
-Sort of...If you haven't seen ME around then you don't go to parties often! How about you?
-I am a student here at the nuclear physics department.
-Which year are you on?
-I am on my second one, replied Paul.
Suddenly he couldn't breathe, her eyes had caught his in their gaze.
It was like a black hurricane drawing him in and when he would reach its eye he wouldn't care about anything else.
So lost was he in those eyes he didn't even notice that the music had changed to a slower song so as to give couples a chance to express their love or encourage new couples to be born.
-Well, it seems like this party has just died, said the woman, and I can see my company ready to leave for a livelier place. It was nice meeting you and thank you for picking up my phone.
-The pleasure was all mine, or it will be if I were able to see you another night.
-Why not tonight? Do you mind joining us? I can assure you that my friends don't bite!
-Why the hell not? Where are we headed for?
-I can give you a ride, said the woman and her voice was so erotic that if Paul wasn't a vampire he would have been aroused for sure.
-I have my ride parked close by I am afraid.
-Well, in that case find us at PURGATORY. Do you know it?
-I think I do. Isn't it a goth club for rich people?
-Ha ha ha ha, well not only for the rich and certainly not just a goth club. A friend of mine owns the place.
-I apologize if I have insulted you friend then.
-Apology accepted. Meet you there in, let's say, twenty minutes?"
-It's a deal.
-NO! It's a date, Mr...
-Paul, Paul Anageropoulos.
-Okay Mr...Can I just call you Paul?
-It would be my pleasure if you did.
-Okay then Paul.
-Wait a second. What's your name or should I just call you mysteriously gorgeous woman?
-It's Roxanne!
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