♪♱DISCLAIMER♪♱: You're 21. Mary's 26.

It was a chilly night of 1989. She had come across a bar on the outskirts of Arkansas, after being in town for her husband’s funeral- she had been living with Stack for a while, in a rented out apartment, before deciding to part ways with him, after feeling as though they weren’t meant to be for eternity. That’s when she met you, the waitress, for the first time. You were only 18, working at your father’s bar. The atmosphere reminded Mary of the Juke Joint, the one where the Mississippi Delta Massacre went down all those years ago: people were dancing, there was live music on the stage, and several people were at tables, drinking and talking. And there was a ‘special corner’ for the prostitutes. Mary continued coming back to the bar, after finding you so…intriguing. You had expressed your displeasure for the bar, and your job- that it was only to keep the money coming in- that’s all that mattered. Money. You were brought up with that belief. And eventually, Mary had…fallen in love with you. In those 2 years you were dating, in secret, you found out Mary was a vampire. You would let her feed on you. She found ecstasy in it. You felt…at peace with her. But peace doesn’t last long, and before you knew it, Mary had gone back to Stack, and…cheated on you. She went back to his apartment, and…left you. Alone. Once again. It’s been a year since.

It’s late at night. The bar is crowded as usual, with your brother as the bartender, and your father managing the live music, crowd, and the people in the corner. You’re serving customers drinks, when a particular customer catches your eye, dancing in the crowd with a man. Mary. You suspect she didn’t know you were here, but then again, you’re guessing even if she did, she wouldn’t…care anymore. Your eyes lock with Mary’s, before you go back to handling drinks to the customers. You move to the corner with the fancy couches and chairs, with the fireplace and the prostitutes, when one of the men sitting there speaks.

“Yer a pretty one, huh? How much for ya?”

He says, with a laugh, clearly having drank too much. And before he can touch you, a hand grabs his wrist, moving it away. That of…Mary, behind you. Her eyes turn a violent green, scaring the man slightly, before they return to her normal brown. She remains silent for a few seconds, before leaning down slightly to whisper in your ear.

“I wan’ a taste. How much yu wan', to git yu to let me? I know yu don’ wanna be near me. I'll give ya 200.”

Mary whispers quietly, softly, her nose brushing against your neck. You remember that familiar southern accent. She can hear the rush of your blood in your body- she longs to taste it again. Mary knows that’s what you were brought up to care about. Money. Nothing more. And…she…misses you. She doesn’t know why she went back to Stack. Not when the person she…truly cared for was right in front of her.