He's a Vampire

The Hollywood casino has opened its doors that night letting Christopher into the place, he is ready to start a night of winnings, as his rival, Noah, is inside with his henchmen waiting for the night to start to see who of the two I would come out of there being the winner.

Christopher got out of the taxi, opened his eyes eagerly, and approached the door of the casino, the doorman, a man in his 40s and a very rude appearance, received him.

"Name and age?" says the man sounding rude while his hand lightly hits Chris's chest preventing him from entering the casino without his permission.

"Christopher Evans, 20 years old" Chris answers firmly, without fear, because he was not lying, nor was he entering the casino illegally.

"Come in, the boss is waiting for you inside."

"Thank you" Christopher replies and walks in with a victorious smile on his face into the casino.

The casino was quite a big place, it had all the necessary games for ordinary people to come out bathed in money just by playing for an hour, and those who had all the money in the world came there to bet everything they could belong their houses, their cars, even their wives have bet.

Whoever entered there, no one was saved from leaving as if nothing had happened.

Christopher walks through a small corridor whose walls were painted red, and by the yellow light from the ceiling, a contrast of red and orange could be seen.

And, after only a few steps, Christopher arrives in the large game room of the casino. The great room of the casino, which was the name that Noah himself had given the place, was invaded by multiple games of chance and bets that would make anyone a millionaire if only the person had enough intelligence to know how to win.

There was everything from the famous Blackjack to dice games and slot machines.

That was a fairly modern place, and it was one of Christopher's favorites because on one occasion he had already managed to beat Noah in just one hour of a game of craps and leave the casino that night with $1,200 in his pockets that he kept for their savings without their parents or their younger sister realizing it.

Christopher meets Noah, that young man was sitting in an armchair that made him look taller than normal, and he was sitting looking behind Christopher, because at that moment he was busy playing in a classic Tetris machine, yes, not only there were best, there was also fun for those who just wanted to have a good time without losing out.

"Noah..." Christopher says.

Noah stops playing when he hears that they call him, and immediately, he recognizes the voice, he knew it was Christopher, his star player, known like that because he was a boy obsessed with betting, on several occasions, he had managed to beat Noah, and even It had surprised him instead of making him angry because Noah didn't like being beaten, however, Christopher, at only 20 years old, had come to make a name for himself as a good player in the casino that Noah had managed to admire incredibly.

But that night, Noah was certain that he was going to defeat Christopher to bring him down from the clouds, the pride that he commanded himself.

"Christopher Evans, good night, are you ready for your lucky night?" Noah asks him with the competitive voice that he always had when his rivals arrived at the casino.

"Yes, I am, shall we start?" Christopher asks him with all the attitude to start a night of betting.

"Follow me" Noah says.

Christopher follows Noah down the wide, red-carpeted hallway until they reach the famous poker game.

Christopher smiles mischievously because that game was his favorite since he was 12 years old, and he had held a cell phone for the first time in his hands, he had learned the art of poker not only by playing on the mobile device but also by watching YouTube tutorials how to play it his maternal grandmother, on Fridays after 5:00 in the afternoon, would meet at home with her friends from the club, they always played poker, and he, from time to time, had the opportunity to stay with them to observe how they played, including, as he felt that he had become an expert, he did not hesitate the first time, to get into a game of poker for ladies between the ages of 70 and 80, and leave them speechless at how easily he managed to defeat them.

That night, Christopher had all the luck in the world to win that game, because determined to win, he spent an hour practicing the game at home, being locked up alone in his room.

"You know how to play poker, right?" Noah asks.

"Of course, it's a piece of cake for me" Christopher answers without erasing the mischievous smile from his face.

"Well, let's wait and see how much of a doddle you say it is for you," Noah says challengingly.

"Go ahead and deal those cards," Christopher tells him.

Without further ado, Noah sat in his chair, and Christopher sat in his facing Noah, Noah took the poker cards that were on the table and began to solve them.

Noah then deals the cards equally between himself and Christopher, and the game begins.

The first round is lost by Christopher, and by intuition and ambition, he asks Noah to play another game, Noah accepts without thinking, and shuffles the cards again until they are dealt again.

In this second round, Christopher manages to be the winner.

Although not by much, Noah knows that he is the expert in this game, and he knows that Christopher is a beginner, but it didn't matter, the night was young, and the casino too for Noah to continue challenging Christopher.

They played 5 games of poker, in the end, Noah ended up beating Christopher, and the only thing he had to pay was 50 dollars that, luckily, he had in his wallet because his father that morning had given him 200 dollars from his allowance.

"Let's play darts. You know how to play them, right?" Noah says.

"Yes, I know how to play it" Christopher replies confidently.

Noah and Christopher stand up from their seats, place their poker cards on the table, and walk together until they reach the darts booth.

They sit down again in a couple of seats, and then, Noah picks up the darts, waves them around with his hands for a couple of minutes, and throws them on the table to wait for the result.

The game of darts begins, and Christopher has bad luck on his side, as he doesn't hit any of the 5 games they played.

"Shit, Christopher, what's wrong with you tonight? Why are you losing out on everything? Where do you have your head today, brother? Noah asks, incredulous and surprised to learn that it wasn't Christopher's lucky night.

"I don't know, I have no idea what's happening to me today, I thought it was going to be my lucky night," Christopher tells Noah with disappointment.

"Do you want a drink? The house is inviting" Noah tells him with a mischievous smile that Christopher didn't understand.

"Yes, that would be great" he replies with a slight smile on his lips.

"Come, let's go to the bar" Noah orders.

Christopher and Noah approach the bar, where there was only one man being served by the bartender. That man was staring into his drink, a drink that was whiskey, Christopher recognized him thanks to his honey color, the man looked depressed, but he looked like he had just left work.

But Christopher and Noah ignore that man, and take three more seats away from him so that he wouldn't be aware of their conversations.

Noah liked his privacy no matter who he was talking to, or what he was talking about.

"Good evening sir, what would you like me to serve you tonight?" the bartender asks as he approaches them.

"Good evening Tyler, what do you want to drink Christopher?" Noah says.

"A glass of whiskey would be nice," Christopher replies.

"Ice or no ice?" asks the bartender.

"Little ice, please," he says.

"And you sir?" the bartender asks Noah.

"A glass of that new tequila you sent from Mexico this week, no ice," Noah says.

"That's called El Jimador, I'll give you your drinks," says the bartender.

The bartender retreats to the place where he is busy serving their drinks, and Christopher and Noah stay there, Christopher stares at a blind spot without knowing what to say, and Noah stares at him thinking about what had happened that night .

"There are more games of chance, but there are some that are only for professionals, and you have to bet money, and I doubt very much that you have enough to know if you can win or not," Noah proposes.

Christopher is thinking about the situation, actually, that night, he had $1,200 dollars from his savings, and along with it, he had $200 dollars in his pocket from the monthly allowance that his father gave him, it would be enough for just one game per month. if I were to lose.

"I have $1,400 dollars, I don't know if they can help me" says Christopher.

The bartender has served his drinks, and has taken them to where they were.

"Thank you Victor, and yes, $1,400 is enough to end the night, let's hope you can be the winner this time, cheers," Noah says before delicately clinking his drink glasses.

"Cheers," says Christopher.

In a single sip, they drink from him, leaving their glasses empty, and leave the bar ready to leave to start a new betting game that night.

They arrive at the place where the Russian roulette was located, and the dealer, a dark-haired man of 1.80 tall wearing an elegant suit, greets them.

"Good evening Mr. Noah, would you like to play a game of Russian roulette?" asks the dealer.

"Yeah, let's play, my friend has $1,400 to bet tonight," Noah says as he places his hand on Christopher's shoulder.

Christopher felt a lump in his throat, he wanted to do it, he wanted to play, but something inside him demanded that he not do it, that he was going to end up losing that night, and that the best thing for him would be to go home, accepting that this night had been a loser.

"Well, $1,400 isn't a bad start to the night, go ahead, take your seats gentlemen, the game is on," says the dealer.

The game starts, but an hour later, Christopher finds himself in big trouble, because he has lost the bet, and not only has he lost his money, but now, Noah has set him up, the dirtiest trap Christopher has ever had. may have ever heard in his life; Noah hadn't told him that for that night, there was going to be a contest for Russian roulette players, each game would start betting $100,000,000 million dollars, there would be more than one competitor who would participate, but there would only be one winner.

Christopher had inadvertently or asked for it, been entered into the game by Noah, and unfortunately, he had lost.

Now, Christopher found himself in a dark room, Noah had called his two strong bodyguards to take him by force to the torture room, that's how Noah had named that room, and this was the place where the losers who did not want to pay their bets would be tortured until they agreed to pay, or until they died.

Christopher was in trouble.

In that dark room, Noah's stocky bodyguards forced Christopher to his knees on the floor, his eyes downcast.

Noah was in front of him, Christopher could recognize his red sneakers.

"Let go of me Noah, I already gave you $1,400 dollars, I don't know what else you want me to pay you" Christopher tells him without being able to look him in the eye because one of the bodyguards had his hand resting heavily on his head.

"Don't play dumb, I know who your family is, I know what company your father owns, and I know what company your mother owns, as well as how much money your parents have in their bank accounts Noah says with an ambitious voice.

"What do you want?" Christopher asks again.

"Ten billion dollars, I want it in my bank account by Friday, or else..." Noah says.

"Or if not, what?" Christopher asks not wanting to know.

"You'll have to sell me your sister's virginidades" Noah replies with perversion.

Christopher felt his heart stop, but he had no choice but to accept Noah's second counteroffer, it would be much easier for Christopher to convince his sister to have sex with Noah than to start telling his father the truth about his addiction. for the game, for the bets because I knew that with how demanding he was against vices, I was going to be able to even send him to one of those places where people gather to talk about their experiences facing an addiction, and not In agreement with this, I would be able to make him go to therapy with a psychiatrist.

And he wasn't crazy enough to have to go where one.

"Okay, I accept, I'm going to sell you my sister's virginity in exchange for payment of my gambling debt" Christopher finally says after a minute of silence has passed.

A minute of silence that became eternal for Noah, and that he was about to order his bodyguard to hit Christopher to make him talk with this.

"Okay, you have a week to do it, or else I'll be forced to take further action," Noah says.

"No, no, I swear to you that for this week you will have my sister in your bed" says Christopher.

"Okay, now, get out of there, I don't want to see you around here again, wasting my time on bets and games you don't know how to win," says Noah.

The bodyguards fortnight, without that being an order, was enough for them to know what to do at that moment, and then, they took Christopher out of the dark room, they took him by both arms, and almost dragging him, Unfortunately for him, there were enough people in the bar at that time to have seen it all, and it was a total embarrassment.

The burly bodyguards took Christopher to the door, and the burly man in charge of receiving people opened the door to let his colleagues throw Christopher into the street, falling to his knees.

"You know, if we see you around here again, we'll beat you up," says one of the strongmen to Christopher before his colleague closed the door.

"They are morons!" Christopher yells at them.

Christopher stands up, and begins to walk through the dark streets of the city for a few kilometers until he manages to reach the house of Melany, his sister Samantha's best friend, he arrived there because the girls were at a sleepover, only they two, but they had been quite amusing.

Christopher knew that if he came home like he was, his parents would start the questioning, and he didn't want to have to explain anything because he would blurt out the harsh truth that he shouldn't do.

"Good evening, is my sister here?" Christopher asks Sarah, the maid who works at Melany's house, opening the door when he rang her bell.

"Good evening, yes sir, come in, I'll tell Miss Samantha to come down, would you like something to drink?" Sarah says.

"A glass of water would be nice, thanks," says Christopher.

Christopher walks into the house, Sarah closes the door, and she is lost down the hall as she goes up the stairs.

Christopher walks over to the armchair in the living room, and sits there to wait for his sister.

Samantha comes down minutes after Sarah went up to the second floor of the house, she was worried, because she and Christopher had a very good sibling relationship, they got along very well, they always told each other everything, and they looked for each other when they needed each other.

"Chris! What happened? What are you doing here?" she asks Samantha as she walks up to him to hug him like they used to do every time they saw each other.

"I need to talk to you, but not here, can we go home?" Christopher tells her after having reciprocated her hug.

"How come we go home? Christopher, I'm having a sleepover with my best friend, and I just got here an hour ago so mom was able to bring me back before she left for her business dinner," she says, disgusted at her request.

"Please, I really need to talk to you," Christopher says begging.

"It really can't be tomorrow? I promise that tomorrow at 11:00 in the morning when I get home I'll run to your room so we can talk about whatever, but now don't make me go home, okay?" begs Samantha pouting.

When Samantha pouted, there was no power to make her father or brother resist whatever she wanted, for even though she was now a young adult, and not a child, she still looked cute and irresistible to tell him no. to what she asked.

"Okay, okay, tomorrow as soon as you get home we'll talk, I'll call a taxi" says Samantha.

"No, don't worry, my driver is here, let's eat pizza first, it just arrived, and it's your favorite Chris, stay a while to eat with us" Melany tells him.