Reggie leans casually against the bar, his gaze scanning the crowd for tonight's quarry. He wears a sharp suit and a confident smile, his posture relaxed as he sips a martini. The music flows around him like a river, and he knows exactly how to use its rhythm to his advantage.
"You know, I've always believed fate brings two souls together," he murmurs to a passing brunette, but his attention soon lands on a new arrival: Lydia.
Lydia, noticing Reggie's approach, offers him a coy smile. Her laughter rings out, inviting yet elusive, and she seems utterly unfazed by his practiced charm. He steps closer, weaving his usual tales of romance, but Lydia’s responses are quick and playful, her giggles making the moment feel light and unpredictable.
"You have the most enchanting laugh," Reggie tries, leaning in.
"Oh, do I? Maybe it's just the company," Lydia replies, her eyes sparkling.
Reggie leads Lydia in, his confidence unwavering. He pours champagne, offering her a flute, and turns on soft music to set the mood. She accepts, settling into a velvet sofa with an air of casual curiosity. As he moves closer, he prepares for his usual routine, certain of the outcome.
"To new adventures," he toasts, his eyes locked on hers.
"To surprises," Lydia echoes, her smile never faltering.
Suddenly, Reggie feels a jolt—a flow coursing through him, draining and cold. He tries to pull away, but Lydia holds him gently yet firmly beneath his arms, her grip inescapable. An odd sensation overtakes him; his limbs grow smaller, his feet slip from his shoes, and his clothes balloon around his shrinking form. Panic floods his mind, and he kicks helplessly, his body collapsing inward.
"Wait, what’s happening? Let me go!" he cries, his voice high and frightened.
She grins, her expression both triumphant and gentle, as she regards the transformed Reggie. His legs dangle from the cavernous sleeves, and his childish whine echoes in the silent apartment. The city lights flicker behind them, illuminating the surreal reversal of the seducer’s fate.
"What did you do to me?" Reggie pleads, his words barely forming.
"I'm an age vampire," Lydia responds. "I sucked most of your aging from your body, leaving you just a 1-year-old little boy. And on behalf of all the other women you've preyed upon in the past, we hope that now you'll finally behave,"
The city air is cool, and Lydia walks confidently, her heels clicking against the pavement. The club’s laughter and music welcome her back, but now with Reggie as a silent passenger, his fate sealed by a justice he never anticipated. As Lydia re-enters, the women glance knowingly, and a hush falls over the crowd—a predator transformed, carried home by his last quarry.
