I don't have any more of my pirate story written. I've been slowly writing this vampire novel for 3 years, I always share the excerpts for the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday blog hops. I started rewriting the story from the main vampire character's p.o.v as a fun project. So, I am going to share that today.
Her hair was red and black, pulled up into a purposefully messy ponytail. Her black sleeveless mini-dress adorned with metal hardware accented her pale tattooed skin that was exposed. Her legs covered with sexy big holed fishnet stockings. Her thick black eye makeup and lipstick, made her skin seem even more pale, but in a way that was beautiful, or at least it was to me because it was so much like my own. All of her facial piercings were the perfect size, where they didn't seem to take over her appearance.
Her beauty lit up the club, was she vampire or human? Security at the door was arguing with her, from her movements and body language, she was familiar with Joe. He made her give over her right hand to stamp it before he let her proceed.
I caught a glimpse of her teeth as she thanked him. Her teeth and pale skin said vampire, but the stamp on her hand said "taken human", yet she was definitely alone. Joe had done that to hopefully protect her for whatever reason she felt compelled to enter the club alone.
She walked passed without seeing me in the shadows. I took in her scent as she passed - human, definitely human. Her heart beating loudly in my ears, and her veins becoming the blood flowing through her.
I watched as she walked around. She talked to the bartender, Lillian, and then to Sade, who was running the backrooms. They both seemed to be familiar with her, but not giving her the answer she wanted to hear. She went over to one of sofa's, looking around before sitting down. She was here to look for someone, hence the "TH" stamp.
How stupid of her to walk into this club alone, although her bravery was apparent. The sound of her heartbeat was normal, she wasn't scared to be surrounded by vampires without an escort. She was so dead. But maybe that was exactly what she was looking for.
I overheard a group of frat-like vampires (yes, unfortunately they exist), who noticed she was alone, too, talk about what they were going to do to her. It wasn't pretty and reminded me of lions fighting over a fresh kill, that was what her body was going to look like after.
She looked up in my direction, but still couldn't see me. Her eyes were stunning, although they seemed to be filled with sadness. She was so beautiful. I had to have her. The vision of her screaming beneath me, naked, before I drained her to death was overwhelming.
I quickly grabbed a fresh cut rose from the vase on a table closest to me. I used my speed to appear in front of her, kneeling.
"You're exquisite beauty has captured the attention of this entire club."
The sound of my voice startled her, her heartbeat increasing. I grinned at her humanness - how I moved too fast for her to see. I gestured for her to take the rose.
"Thank you." she said quietly, taking the rose.
Her voice hitting me like infinite Sirens.
She quickly looked away, trying to avoid looking me in the eyes. Smart girl. She had obviously been around enough vampires to know to never look them in the eye.
I grabbed a hold of her hand and gently rubbed the back her hand with my thumb, purposefully erasing her stamp. It wasn't that hard.
"I am Armani." I said, kissing her hand.
"I will make your night," I grinned, "it will be a real screamfest. I'll make you feel the best you have ever felt."
I wasn't lying. I not only feed off of human blood, but also sexual energy - considered both a sanguine and psychic sexual vampire. I was sure I could definitely have her screaming in pleasure, then screaming in pain and fear as I drained her.
She looked past me as I spoke, trying really hard not to look at me.
"Please, i don't want any trouble." She said. I heard the sadness in her voice; the sadness that matched her eyes. I grabbed onto her chin with my free hand, and gently forced her to look at me. I felt my eyes change over to red as I showed her my fangs. I took her hand and brought the flesh between her thumb and index finger to my mouth. She didn't cry out in pain like I expected, fearful of what I might do next. Instead her heart started racing in anticipation of the bite. She moaned as my fangs went into her and I sensed the slight excitement and sexual energy rise from her. Her blood was the sweetest I had tasted in all my long years. It hit the back of my throat, making it extremely hard to stop drinking. i quickly read her blood of the few important things I wanted to know; pulling away while I still had the will to.
She was at the club to find her vampire lover, Jake, who had just left her. She was told he was here, so having been at the club frequently with him, she felt confident enough that she would walk back out unscathed. She knew the risks and was more than willing to take them.
"Your blood is the sweetest I've ever tasted, Miss Karlea."
"No." She cried, trying to pull away.
I realized, then, that I had seen her before. She was the exuberant bartender that everyone loved at Virtu, and that could dance up a storm when she wasn't caged behind the bar. I had seen her the very few times I had been there. Each time her beauty struck me, but she was always surrounded by people and I was much too busy with other endeavors of the night to wait patiently for her to be alone. How funny fate would bring us together now.
I looked up as I overheard the group of frat boys ready to make their move with there, as they planned to take me out to get to her. There was no doubt I could take them all, my years and bloodline was way stronger than all of them put together. Usually I am more than happy for a fight, however, I was afraid of the scene this would cause, creating a distraction for Karlea to get away or for Joe to possibly protect her.
"It would be best if you left with me right now." I said, my eyes looking behind her to the frat boys. She caught my drift and slightly looked behind her without them seeing. I could see her thinking as she looked at me - frat boys or me. At least, I was only one.
"Fuck." She cursed.
She allowed me to take her hand as I stood up and help her up.
"We need to make this quick. They are after you."
She nodded and I proceeded to lift her up so I could get her outside with my speed. She weighed nothing. I stopped a short distance from the club, it was windy, and I could tell she was cold, shivering in my arms, I intended on giving her my suit jacket. The frat boys deciding to stalk us from the club.
"This makes it even easier. Now we won't have to rip her apart in the club." One of them laughed as they surrounded us.
"Its not worth it, boys. She belongs to me."Karlea stared at me.
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