Lucia

"Fucking Shreveport" I mumbled as I pulled my jacket tighter around me to shield myself from the cold winter wind. My friends had warned me about this place, "It's a Shithole, the armpit of Louisiana!" I wish I would have listened now. They all went to New York, Seattle, and Chicago, and here I am, in Shreveport. The only friend I have, if you exclude my ex-boyfriend, Damien, is Zacharie Ivanov. We've been friends since Junior High and have been through everything together.

We both originate from this shithole, rural country town in south central Virginia. We went to the same college and were both foreign exchange students in Sweden for a while. Then, after what seemed like decades, we reached our goal, to transfer to LSU and move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Soon after, we found a decent apartment that wasn't shit, and I started my own business, a store called "Anime~R~Us". Zacharie is one of the most talented underground singers at the moment. He is a rave star; they call him the next Jeffree Star.

I think we are doing pretty well for just out of college 25 year olds, but we deserve it. We've had our downs too. We've both gone through a lot. Boyfriends with problems ranging from being Psychotic to thinking that he is a fish, being banned from Sweden (Don't ask), and living in an old shot up apartment in the slums is just some of our shitty luck. When it finally starts to look up, we get thrown back down. That was just the way that our lives were, but we get through it. Now, we are doing great. Zachy has a boyfriend, Archer, who he thinks is the "one", but I know that it won't last. That's just the way he is. When he sees a hot guy that wants him, he's in love, but when a new one comes along…out with old, in with the new. He usually went with guys that were the same way too; it made breaking up less of a problem. Once two of his ex boyfriends even hooked up and are now legally married in the state of Vermont.

I was on my way to the new club in Shreveport, The Demon, it was the supposedly the hottest club. Zacharie told me to meet him there, and to bring Damien, but I still haven't told him that Damien and I broke it off about a week ago. Zacharie has a tendency to…harm guys that hurt me. In Sweden I was dating the son of one of the higher ups, and one night he did the whole "it's not you it's me" bullshit. Zacharie went to his house, tied him up, and beat his dick, with a mace…poor Noah. Noah felt so bad after that, that he for some reason (because Zachy had threatened him) got his dad to get us banned from the country instead of jail.

The club was in view, it was very flashy, bright neon lights, and a long line, with a red carpet. The bouncer was kind of cute; he was built like a brick shithouse, about six feet in height. He had dark skin and was bald. I quickly snapped myself out of it; I was not here to find my next romantic interest. He quickly let me in, I was wearing my long blonde hair down and curled and a tight spandex halter dress that just barely covered anything with knee high black lace up boots with a five inch heel. My dress made my C boobs look like DD's and the dark colors made my naturally pale skin look like porcelain, while my ice blue eyes were accented with dark eyeliner which made them look even lighter. What kind of bouncer would reject that? I got glares from the other girls standing in line and wolf whistles form the guys.

When I entered, the carpet was crimson, there were no windows and there were cages hanging from the ceiling where people were dancing. The stage at the far end had Zachy singing on it. His long dark brown hair came down to about his mid back, which made his pale green eyes pop. He was thin, but had a bit of muscle. If he wasn't gay, he would have all the girls. Then I spotted Archer he had cropped his long black hair, and his blue eyes were dazzling tonight. He was wearing a pair of tight pants which showed off his…gift. His shirt was unbuttoned so you could see his delicious eight pack. He was staring up on stage at Zacharie. At least one of us is getting some tonight. The bar was full of drunken college kids, as usual. The bartender looked miserable, like he hated his life and wanted to go into the corner and shoot his brains out.

The other side of the club, near the entrance was a gift shop. Tourists. I quickly made my way over to the stage, the club had just opened up, and so not many people knew it existed yet. Zacharie was finishing his song up when I entered, so I decided to go over and greet him.

"Sup, buddy?" I greeted Zacharie as he jumped down off the stage, he was covered with sweat, and Archer didn't seem to mind.

"LUCIA MORGANTHE! You are late! Did you see me though!?"He shouted.

"You were great, honey!" Archer spoke for me in his sexy British accent while hugging Zacharie to his chest. Zach is only 5'4" and Archer was at least six feet, so he fully consumed his body.

"Hey, where's Damien?" Zach asked.

"He couldn't make it, I don't think things between us are going to last." I replied hoping that he wouldn't notice the hint of pain in my voice, but thank god Archer was there to keep his mind focused on other things.

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that! Well I know how to ease you mind!"

"How?" Zach always comes up with the most creative ideas on to make someone feel better.

"BOOZE! What other solution is there?"

I just giggled. Zachy knows me so well.

We went over to the bar and Archer ordered us all rounds of tequila on him. I love the man. Before I knew it was fucking wasted, and Zach had me on the dance floor. Everyone in the club stopped to watch us. We were hot and rocked.

"Lucia, I'm sorry girl, I have to go, Archer has a fun night planned for us." He had a hint of mischievousness in his voice

"Okay, but if I come home with guys, no complaints, and no stealing!"

"Fair enough!" he grinned and left me alone on the dance floor.

Even though I was alone, I kept on dancing. I had a few guys dance with me a couple of times, but I was getting bored. I didn't even see any remotely decent guys. I decided it was time for me to leave. I grabbed my things and walked out the door, the line at the door had dispersed. I opened my cell phone to check the time. It was four a.m. FUCK! I had been there for seven hours. I was walking to my car when I felt a cold finger tap on my shoulder. I quickly spun around on my heel and got into fighting stance. I've learned, don't trust anyone.

There was a man about 6'2" staring at me. He had shoulder length light blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He was muscular, but not like Archer or the bouncer. He wore tight leather pants and a black unbuttoned black shirt.

"Hello" He spoke.

"Can I help you" I asked still not giving up my stance

He spoke no more, just kept staring into my eyes. All of a sudden, I felt him. He wasn't touching me, but it was like he was in my mind.

"Follow me" He said. I knew it was bad, that I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. It was like I was in my mind and I knew what I should and shouldn't do, but had no control. I was a passenger. He took me to an alley near the club.

"It's going to be okay. I promise you. Trust me okay?"

"It's going to be okay." I said, but inside I was screaming for him to stop. He kissed me for reassurance, and then I saw his fangs pop out. I wanted to scream, to run as far away from him as I could get, but I stood there. He bit my neck. I was overwhelmed with sexual desire. I didn't want him, but I did all at the same time. I was sure I was going die, but after a few seconds, he stopped.

"This can't be right" was all he said, and vanished out of sight.