In a "hole in the wall" style alternative club, a young attractive girl sat by herself under the black lights. She frequented there to have attention paid to her by men whom she would never consider dating, due to their lack of personality.
"Hello." A voice emerged from the fog of tobacco and bad incense.
What followed was a slender man of tall stature in a long black trench coat. His appearance followed suit with his apparel, with long black hair and a pale gleam to his skin. He wore a smile as casually as his thin lips would allow.
"Hi." The perky little gothic responded, "The first of many whom I will reject." flitted across her mind as the man introduced himself with a short, but fanciful bow.
In accordance with local customs, she extended her name and her hand. He laid his lips and kissed her hand, with one arm behind his back. The gesture was appreciated and gentile, but not uncommon in this society.
"Are you a vampire?" she asked. Another commonplace social custom was either being of a super-natural nature or merely a sadist.
She was rewarded with a brief chuckle, "If you are asking whether I routinely feed on the blood of other beings for my survival or whether I enjoy the act itself, then the short answer would be no. However, I've no memory to the contrary. In such case, the long answer might be yes."
"You're avoiding my question." A smirk stole its way across her face, "Does that mean I should worry about you biting me?"
"I am purposefully avoiding a direct answer because I do not know whether I have or will at any point in time exhibit vampiristic traits. At some point in time I may be involved in some rather kinky situation which requires me to perform an act that involves my or my partner's blood."
With the subject of sex arising, the young woman shifted her legs and turned more toward the dark stranger. Her smirk had become a smile of genuine interest. He had aroused her curiosity, and perhaps more than that.
"Thus I avoid answering the question in order not to lie to you. And, as any Christian would do, I committed a lesser evil for the purpose of greater good under my philosophy."
The man hadn't taken a seat yet, but it seemed an excellent opportunity for him to do so. He seemed to be reigning himself in, not allowing the urge to relax his body to control his actions. A mental battle seemed to have heightened his existence and made him aware of his surroundings to the point that one could see the casual calculations of intellectual conversation he was preparing to deliver.
The crack about Christians had amused her. A bemused female, now intrigued by this stationary figure, decided it was time she resorted to her physical assets by leaning them into the conversation and allowing those assets to freely expose themselves to any innocent bystanders. With her chin on her hands and head poised, she re-entered the conversation.
"So, do you come here often?"
He nodded lightly so as to not appear to be nodding at all, but merely acknowledging the question.
"I frequent this place when my biddings stir me. I've seen you here a few times, though I never spoke with you before now."
"That's a bit cryptic. Are you always this vague?"
The thin smile extended to a mischievous smirk, "But of course… For those such as we must always deceive what thy minds can never possess."
"You're a poet then?"
This guessing game was amusing her. It churned the time from when she had left her home until when she would return to it into a smooth butter. "He would do nicely for entertainment for the night" Ran across her lips and smile as she regarded him with an even more interested stare.
"Again, when my bidding stirs me, my dear. Were it not for you I would not be here right now."
"Oh, so I guess I'm your dark mistress?"
"Had her guessing game struck upon his fetish yet?" A light snapped on in her head and scenes of leather clad bodies and dominatrixes flashed though her thoughts. A subtle "So that's his bag" idea glowed in her mind.
"Not unless you regularly refer to yourself as such. I merely refer to the fact that my existence is dependant upon your will for me to exist and fulfill some need or desire you have. I am merely a conception of your mind created for your outlet, a figment of your imagination."
This was an odd turn of events for her, "That's funny."
"Yes it is, but not funny ha-ha. More along the lines of funny/queer. For as I am a creation of your mind, you merely need to look away and I am gone. Yet, when your eyes venture towards the space that I inhabited moments before, I will be there again because you choose to will me into existence subconsciously to fulfill that need or want again."
"Then I control you, and you will do anything I want?" A sexual aspect and more thoughts of dominatrixes flashed through her head.
"Not as such. For though I am a creation of your mind, it is your subconscious mind that has crafted me and given me a spirit and personality of my own. With this said, I do have a will of my own and am thus separate enough from you to retain myself."
That mischievous grin curled his thin lips once again, "But due to my connection with your subconscious, I can exert control over you. In essence, converting you to a mere puppet at my beck and call. You dangle at the end of the strings I hold and dance to the mad beat I conjure."
He wiggled his fingers in the air to elaborate further, and she raised her arm. She didn't know whether she did it just because it was fun to play along or because he was actually using his hand as a focus for magicks, but it didn't matter in either case. She was still amused, but the game had grown old and needed to be spiced up a bit.
"You're weird."
"Ah… And by what standards do you appraise me, madam? A being of pure thought with such mannerisms would not betray the expected norm, would it? And even so, by what standards can you truly impose on me? Were I just a queer fellow you may be able to apply social norms to me, but that logic is still flawed by the social norms themselves. Which, I might add, cannot be applied in most situations regardless of culture or status without misinterpreting and severely misjudging any given person or situation due to the fact that all social norms are dependent upon assumptions. And as we all know, assume makes an ass out of you and me."
"You're gay?"
He cleared his throat, "I said queer, but that's getting off subject, which we will do momentarily. But first, what's that?"
In a quick motion, he placed his finger directly on her chest between the breasts she had so proudly displayed. She glanced down, and in a gesture as sift as it was playful, he flicked the end of her nose.