Picture by ciscopa on rgbstock.com
He looked carefully at his outfit. He had to get the look exactly right, it could make all the difference between success and failure. There was an all night screening of the Twilight films and he could not miss this opportunity.
He was naturally pale but his blond hair was a problem. The old fashioned top hat that he had picked up on the internet should cover it and give the right feel. He had considered a cane but he hoped there would be times in the evening when he wanted both hands free. There were likely to be a lot of young ladies at the screening.
The suit had been a problem. He had found one eventually in a second hand shop. The black suit jacket had velvet lapels and the waistcoat was nicely cut. He had been meticulous to get rid of any faint trace of the iridescent dusting powder. With the slightly flared trousers it said very clearly that this was a man who had not quite got the decade right.
He had wondered about the shirt. He may have wanted to look as if he couldn't keep up with fashion after all this time, but there was no way he was wearing 1970s drip dry polyester with a frill. He had settled for a deep crimson silk shirt. It was brand new, but silk was an old fashioned material and he could always say that he had ripped his favourite brushed nylon shirt in a fight with a werewolf. With well polished shoes and a heavy, plain signet ring he should look the part.
He checked he had his ticket and plenty of cash. He didn't want to break the look with a credit card and if he got lucky with a persuadable lady he didn't want to give too much information about himself, just in case. The taxi outside sounded the horn.
"Going to the screening? You look just like a vampire, mate. It makes a better night if you put a bit of effort in to look the part." The taxi driver sighed. "I used to have a suit like that forty years ago. Of course, I was a lot thinner then. Well, you won't be lonely tonight, I bet you've got a hotel room booked."
He smiled enigmatically and gave the driver a generous tip. Looking at the crowd there were others who had aimed for his intended look but he prided himself that he had hit closest to the mark. He was already getting interested glances and he thought it would not take much to entice the pretty brunette near the popcorn stand to a secluded corner to 'talk'.
Carefully keeping his expression immobile, inside he was laughing wildly. He may be seven hundred and thirty two years old and a vampire but looking at all those pliable, gullible necks made him feel like a child in a sweet shop.
I've never really got into the Twilight series, but I can't help feel that vampires are not very nice. This is my take on a baddie.