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Aleksander easily weaved through the crowded club, slipping past writhing bodies as he headed towards the bar. He leaned his elbows against it and brushed his hair over his shoulder, glancing down the length of the bar. For the back alley speakeasy it was, it was fairly packed. A lot of older men and young women. A few younger guys that looked overly shady. Some overly drunk older women trying to lure over the younger men. It seemed like for every pretty girl there were two more shady guys to follow her up. Perfect hunting grounds.
"Hey, gorgeous, can I get you a drink?" Aleksander tilted his head to glance over at the man who approached him and gave him a sly smile.
"Oh, I'd love one. A Bloody Mary, if you could." The man chuckled and looked him up and down before flagging down the bartender and ordered their drinks.
"I love the whole thing you have going on. The white streaks are nice. And your makeup, very exotic."
"'Exotic?'" Aleksander quoted, raising a thin brow. He tapped a sharpened nail against his bottom lip. "I suppose."
"You're cute. You get out much, babe? You're so pale." Aleksander faked a giggle and shrugged, looking down at the bar.
"Not really. This is my first time going out in a long time. Feels like it's been years," Humor tinged Alek's voice and the man laughed, hand sliding across Alek's lower back.
"Years? You can't be that old, cutie." Aleksander's grin widened and he shrugged again. Their drinks arrived and Alek toyed his finger around the rim of his glass before plucking the sprig of parsley and setting it aside. They kept chatting back and forth as they sipped their drinks, Aleksander keeping up a low level of flirting, just enough to keep the man interested and slightly frustrated.
"Can you watch my drink for a moment? I need to use the bathroom." Alek slid his drink towards the man before placing his hand over his. He could feel his heart thundering in his veins.
"Of course, baby." Aleksander slunk off towards the bathroom and peered at himself in the mirror, just idly preening by fixing his hair as he waited for everyone to leave before heading into one of the stalls. He leaned back against the stall door for a second, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The drink churned in his stomach, his body already beginning to disagree with it. He kneeled in front of the toilet and rolled up his sleeve before slipping two fingers into his mouth, pressing them down his throat. His gag reflex was quick to trigger with his stomach already upset, and he leaned over the bowl as he threw up the drink.
After a moment he sat back, wiping his mouth and sighing. Aleksander stood back up and brushed his hair out of his face before standing before the mirror. He patted at his smudged eyeliner and reapplied his chapstick before heading back to the bar. He gave the stranger a smile as he settled beside him. He'd ordered them new drinks while he was in the bathroom.
"Thank you, sir," Aleksander purred before raising the drink to his lips. As the thick liquid passed over his tongue he recognized the now-familiar bitterness. It's almost too easy to lure these men out. He'd gotten good at perfecting the act. He leaned against the bar, changing his breaths to slow and shallow, letting his lids slip. He waited until he was a few sips into the drink before pushing it away, rubbing at his eyes.
"I think I've had enough for tonight," He chuckled softly and shyly looked up at the man through his lashes, "If you wouldn't mind… Would you walk me to my car? It's not far."
"To your car? Baby, let me drive you home if you think you've had too much." He rested his hand on Aleksander's hip, worming his fingers up under the hem to rub against his skin. Alek bit his lip and nodded, leaning against the man.
"I'd appreciate that, thank you." The man smiled at him and guided him out of the club. Aleksander made sure to drag his feet, letting his thick heeled boots trip him up. They turned down an alleyway and Aleksander made a soft inquisitive noise.
"My car is down here. It's close but no one really knows about it, and it's free parking." He opened the passenger door and motioned for Aleksander to enter, but Aleksander stood firm.
"Get in the car, baby," The man's voice was stiff, lacking the affection from before.
"No, I don't think I will." Aleksander brushed his hair over his shoulder and grinned. His fangs pressed into his bottom lip.
"What? Get in the fucking car before I make you, bitch." The man grabbed Aleksander by the collar and jerked him towards the car, but Aleksander didn't even sway on his feet. The man growled and pushed him. He didn't budge.
"The fuck?" He reared back his fist and swung it at Aleksander, who easily caught it and twisted the man around. He tugged him down to his height and pulled him against his chest.
"I think you'll come to regret your actions. This clearly isn't your first time trying to drug young pretty boys and take them home." The man fought against Aleksander's hold, but he couldn't escape. He was too strong.
"What the fuck are you?!" The man yelled in panic. "You one of those fucking monster freaks?! You'll get caught, you will!"
"No one's gonna investigate your death, darling." Aleksander slipped his hand into the man's jacket pocket and withdrew a small bottle.
"Pretty obvious what's up when you're carrying this ." He put it back in the man's pocket and gently patted it.
"You're not gonna-- You can't fucking kill me! You ain't got shit on you, those jeans are too tight to hide a knife in 'em."
"Lucky for me, my weapon is built in." Aleksander grabbed a handful of the man's thinning hair and tugged his head to the side before biting down on his neck, fangs immediately finding his carotid. The man shrieked and flailed, and the more he fought and panicked, the faster his heartbeat, and the quicker he bled out into Alek's mouth. The man's struggle began to slow, along with the beat of his heart.
Aleksander released the man with a gasping breath, letting him drop to the ground. He licked his lips and wiped the blood from his chin with his sleeve.
"You taste fucking disgusting. Old and bitter. Not even worth the work." Aleksander snarled and stomped down on his head repeatedly, and was satisfied when he heard the sickening wet crack of his skull splitting open, blood splattering across the concrete, and brain squishing under his boot heel.
"Wonder how long it'll take them to find you. If anyone will look for you at all." He squatted beside him and tugged his wallet from his back pocket, slipping the bills out. A mix of tens and twenties, and a few fifties. Had to be a few hundred in total.
"What a fucking idiot. You must love whatever strip club you frequent."
Aleksander stood and pocketed the money, dropping his wallet in the small puddle of blood seeping out from under his head. They could run his prints all they wanted. As far as everyone was concerned, he committed suicide in Arkham two years ago. They could try and find him, but he'd changed so much since then. Not even the prestigious James Gordon could track him down. The GCPD hasn't even connected his string of killings together yet, there's no chance it'll get on his radar.
Aleksander sighed and scraped his boot against the concrete and stomped a few times, trying to free any remaining chunks from the treads. He'd have to scrub them clean when he got home anyway, but he didn't want to trail brain matter all the way back to his car.
"So long, darling." Aleksander purred, straightening up and walking out the alleyway. He'd be fine for a few days before having to drink again, and if he was lucky the man wouldn't even be found yet-- a deadbeat like him had no one looking for him.
Aleksander tugged his keys out of his back pocket and slid into his car. Fairly mediocre night so far, but it was young, maybe he can improve it at another club…
--THE END--