Summary: She's an unhappy college graduate working as a C.N.A. She begins to binge on the nightlife, drinking and dancing until she feels nothing. Unfortunately for her she gets handpicked by a certain vampire who needs a new familiar. Either she does it, or she dies. Neither of which are very appealing options. What's a girl to do?
AN: Reviews are loved, 'tis my first attempt at something like this. Hope its enjoyable! First chapters pretty short, just testing it out. Leave a few and let me know if I should continue.
The music pumped through her body, guiding her along the heavily populated dance floor. The neon lights flashed brightly around, illuminating the sweat glistening along the bodies of those she danced with. Her green eyes were hidden beneath the lids of her eyes as she swayed and rocked. Her russet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she moved. This was the fourth time that week that Evelyn Nash had gone to the club, drank vodka, and danced the night away. She was losing herself, she knew, but she couldn't hang on to the straight-laced life she had been living. It drove her boyfriend away, it drove her friends away, and now she was alone in the city of sin.
Her breath came in short pants as she found an exit out of the mob, giggling as she slid into a bar stool. The man next to her bought her two shots which were gone in seconds. At that point she was to wasted to even remember why she was doing what she was doing. The man whispered in her ear and she melted, letting him take her back to the floor. When he moved against her, she never noticed the way he seemed to control her every movement, their bodies moving in complete sync. His hand brushed her hair from her shoulder exposing her neck, he nuzzled and sniffed.
For only a second it occurred to her that her partner was sniffing her before it disintegrated into the alcohol induced fog she currently resided in. "So neglected." he purred, nipping lightly at the skin of her neck. The music faded into the background, only a dull throbbing as the bass kicked through the speakers. She was trying really hard to concentrate on moving with the body against her, but her world was spinning, her vision hazy. A moment later blackness took over. She would have crashed against the floor had the man not been holding her but he seemed to know she was going to fall before she gave out.
What was going on? It had been her last thought before she'd fallen. It hadn't occurred to her that she'd been chugging down shot after shot since she'd arrived, she had never drank so much her entire life. A blackout was pretty inevitable at that point in time.
Can't handle her liquor. He grinned as he lifted the pretty thing into his arms. She hadn't been his intended target. He'd had his eyes set on a breathtaking blonde, but it wasn't unusual for him to change his mind. He did it quite often, and spur of the moment. When he'd caught sight of the woman he carried his mind had been made up. Her smell was intoxicating, just screaming for him to claim it.
"A little to much for her." Jerry grinned as he passed the bouncer at the door. They barely glanced at him after that, allowing him to bring the girl to his truck. He dropped her quite carelessly into the passenger side a tiny moan escaping her lips. Climbing into the truck himself he began the journey back to his home, hidden quite nicely in a quiet little suburb.
"I hate you too." the woman groaned before all of her movements stopped and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep. There would be one helluva surprise waiting for her when she woke up.