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“Oh HOLY HELL!”
I have been standing naked in front of the mirror for what seems like forever, staring with distaste at my reflection. I mean, just fucking look at me! Short by most people’s standards, thin beyond my liking, with that damn pointed chin and elf-like looks! What the fuck? I mean, come on! I look like a twelve year old girl for God’s sake! Scrawny and slight and the furthest thing from a six-pack, I would trade ANYTHING to look manly instead of like this…
“That’s exactly where I’m going to send you if you don’t hurry up and get dressed! If you stop staring into that mirror like a diva bitch we could have left by now!” I grunt in answer as Damian walks up to stand next to me at the mirror, hands on his hips and disdain on his face. I give him a dirty look, saying “If you are so damn excited to go THEN GO! You know I don’t want to do this shit in the first place.”
Damian sighs like the diva he is, addressing the mirror even though I am standing next to him. “Tommy Joe, face facts. You are a vampire. You are 202 years old but don’t look a day over 28. You are hotter than hell and all the other vampires want to fuck your brains out. You are desirable and sexy as hell and you refuse to see it but I do. I REFUSE to let you continue to rot away alone in this mansion any longer! So dress that beautiful naked body before I do. You are going to the club, you are going to dance and have fun and that’s FINAL!”
I grunt again as I sit on the edge of the bed, pick up the pair of black leather pants that I have already laid out for this evening and start to pull them up my legs. Damian kneels at my feet, taking first one then the other of my heeled leather boots and pulls them up my legs to rush me along. When I stand to lace my pants Damian laces up my boots, commenting “Who knows? You might even get laid! “I laugh as I comment “Going to clubs to pick up a piece of ass for the night is your style, not mine!” Damian slaps my arm hard and comments “But it can’t hurt! For fuck’s sake, when was the last time you got laid?”
I reach down and pull Damian back into a standing position by his hair. “That, my dear…is none of your business. Now move it before I change my mind!” I pull my black leather vest over my bare chest and shove Damian towards the door, his response a slight huff and a shake of his head. I slap Damian’s ass hard with the back of my hand and he yelps and makes a run for the door.
I hate going to this club and Damian knows it. It’s a vampire club which means plenty of great music and a packed dance floor every night of the week. The walls are dark red and black velvet with low lighting and booths in the back with plenty of privacy. Waiters pass around glasses of synthetic blood for those who just want to focus on mingling and dancing. For those who wish to catch a “bite” there is a backroom in which there is a large cage. Humans of many races, genders and ages fill the cage to capacity every night, and for a fee a vamp can choose one of his or her choice for a late night meal. This idea has never appealed to me, since I’m one to catch my meals right off the streets when hunger hits.
The reason that I really hate this club is because of the way you are scrutinized when you enter. This doesn’t bother Damian, who is tall, broad shouldered, and sexy, long blonde hair and glowing green eyes with a “come get me, boys!” smirk continually on his face. As we enter the door Damian throws back his hair from his shoulders with a shake of his head and smiles to the room, and before I know it he is being led away by a tall blond. Great. Left alone again and I didn’t even make it to the bar yet. And he wonders why I hate coming here with him!
I make my way toward the dance floor and my stomach growls. For some reason I look to the backroom and notice the door is standing wide open. I see a tall male with blue-black hair trying to fight off two vamps as they push him into the cage. This human is fighting with all of his strength and while I am watching this I feel my pants tighten. Interesting response. Without conscious thought I start to make my way to the backroom, and when I get to the doorway I see that the male has somehow managed to take down one of the vamps in the cage, the other one reaching for a weapon. I call out “Stop. I’ll buy him.” The two vamps and the human turn towards my voice, and suddenly I am staring into the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen. One of the vamps calls out with an attitude “He’s for a party tomorrow night. You can’t buy him; he’s a “special request.” I reach into my pocket and quickly count out my money, counting out $25,000 and throwing it on the table. “Cancel the fucking request! That blue eyed male belongs to me…”
The two vamps stare at me as if I’ve lost my mind. They both exit the cage, the second one closing and locking it behind him with the human still inside. As they make their way over to me I growl out “Dumb asses! Take the shit outta your ears and listen! HE’S MINE!!! Open the motherfucking cage or I’ll do it for you!” Without taking my eyes off of the vamps in front of me I focus on the pretty human and smell his fear, confusion and…desire? This last part makes my pants grow tighter by the second. The first vamp sneers at me and says “Guess you’ll have to, asshole, if you can get past us. That nice piece of ass belongs to our boss and he’s not selling him. So…we’ll take your cash instead!” I grab the second vamp by the throat and sink my long nails in, squeezing tight until his throat caves in under my fingers and blood squirts all over the place. I easily throw the vamp’s limp body to the floor like a rag doll then turn to the other vamp and bark out “Open that fucking cage RIGHT NOW or I’ll do worse to you! DO IT!”
The vamp backs up until his shoulder hits the cage and then quickly turns and opens it. I grab binding straps and rope off of the wall as the vamp walks into the cage and shoves the human in my direction. Once again I am stunned by how blue his eyes are, and I am hit by such a strong smell of desire from him that it actually makes me pause for a second. I snap out of it and grab the human, pulling both of his arms roughly behind his back. I tie his wrists together with the rope then wrap the first binding strap around his chest, pulling tight until he whimpers. I take a second strap and wrap it around his thighs then a third around his ankles. I want to make damn sure this beauty cannot escape.
I throw my captive over my shoulder and turn towards the back door, pausing at the table to say over my shoulder to the remaining vamp “Fuck it…I change my mind.” I pick up my cash from the table and pocket it, yelling “Thanks for the free dinner, asshole. It’s the least you can do for getting blood all over my favorite pants! Tell your boss that Tommy Joe Ratliff said to go fuck himself.” That being said I walk through the back door and make my way through the crowd in the alley to my car. Opening the trunk of my car I drop the human into the trunk, a thrill of excitement running down my spine as I hear his whimpers of fear. As I am slamming the lid down tightly my eyes briefly meet those blue eyes once more. Sliding into the driver’s seat it finally hits me; I just stole a very exquisite dinner. No, not dinner. My mind wanders back to those haunting eyes, that sexy body, the way he fought those vamps in the backroom. No, I just bought myself a sex slave…
Slamming down hard on the gas petal I turn my car into traffic, suddenly frantic to get home and try out my purchase. Damian was right. This is turning out to be a fun night indeed…