Chapter One- Bold.

Nuala danced in time to the music, spinning, twirling, and grinding seductively; a force of her own on the dance floor. She knew there were men watching her in hunger, and women watching her in jealousy. But she didn't care. She lived for this. She lived for the bass, so loud it took over her very heart beat, the whirling instrumentals and vocals that controlled her limbs. It controlled the beast within, made her feel like part of the thriving sea of humanity. She danced as seductively, or forcefully as the music required, so euphoric that no one dared approach her. That was how she liked it.

Her long jet black curls only added to the seductive movements of her ample curves and never- ending legs. Her graceful arms created a spell to all those watching, and her eyes were closed, so that she could focus on the pounding throbbing beat.

She moved like she was an ancient Goddess. Nothing in this place mattered to her except for the music and the movement of her own limbs. How could those pathetic humans have birthed such a creature as the one he watched? She was the focus of every eye in the club. Her skin was pale as the moon, her hair the color of ebony nights, and he wanted her. Drake got what he wanted.

"Exquisite isn't she?" He didn't have to look, he knew it was Danica. She had somehow managed to survive the plague the humans had unleashed upon his race. He didn't dignify the she- bitch with an answer. "We all used to come to this hole just to watch her dance. She comes every weekend, but despite attempts never fell prey to our advances…" Danica trailed off watching her.

"She will fall prey to mine." Said Drake.

"Wait! Drake….there is something dangerous about her. There is something not right with the girl. The last vampire to tango with her was never seen again." Drake reassessed her lithe form as she swayed to the beat. He saw what he hadn't before. Under that soft looking skin were iron hard muscles, her movements weren't just graceful, they were predatory, and there was a glint of weaponry when she moved her left foot. Not only was she beautiful, she was a warrior. A woman like this he hadn't seen in centuries. A rare find indeed. His grin was feral. Ignoring Danica's warnings he moved towards her. The crowd parted before him like a sea, looking at him in the same awe they looked at her with. He stood close and watched her for a moment, awaiting his chance at her. A scrawny fellow walked up.

"You gonna try gettin' with that one? Good luck dude. No one ever has. They say she's a virgin." He moved forward, not even bothering to give the scrawny human an answer. He wasn't even worthy to be his lunch. She spun and froze far too quickly for her reflexes to be untrained. He smiled his feral smile again. She sensed a predator. She twirled around and looked at him, raising a brow. He was minorly taken aback. There was no fear in her eyes, no desire, no mix. There was nothing but cold calculation. She was breaking him down into composite parts, and assessing weaknesses and strengths.

"Good evening." He said quietly.

"No I will not dance with you. I don't dance with anyone." It was said slowly, in a velvet voice that was unlike any he'd ever heard.

"As if I would dance with you." His reply was said in a similar fashion. She smiled at him and giggled.

"Your eyes say otherwise my good sir. Don't take it personally. You aren't the first one I've turned down." He cocked his head as her eyes flashed dangerously at him. They were a quixotic silver color that he'd never seen before. Danica had been correct. This female was not what she seemed. He wouldn't take no for answer. She was far too interesting to pass up. Growling he reached out, grabbed her arm and spun her into him, holding her there. "If you will not dance little one, then there are other options." He was not expecting her joyful giggle.

"Well now, finally a man who knows how to ask the RIGHT way." The song changed and she started a slow grind against him, having spun in his arms. He raised a brow. The right way? That had been instinct. The way you claimed a woman as a dance companion in the century he had been born in. This woman couldn't be human. But there was no mistaking the heat she emitted or the blood thrumming its song to him underneath her veins. She smelled of jasmine, and midwinter. She was altogether the most alluring creature he had ever met. He had a sudden image in his mind of her in tribal garb, wode tattoos covering her body, dancing around a huge fire. He jerked free of her. That dance had not been done for centuries. She was looking at him warily, in a fighters crouch now. "What are you?"

"What mean you little one?" She hissed.

"You know quite well." He kept his face neutral. She grinned suddenly and spun around him, dancing all the while, until suddenly she was upon him, sinking very sharp teeth into his palm, drawing blood. He growled, but she had already backed away, licking the blood from her lip.

"Well now. How very extraordinary." She giggled again. "See ya around Dracula." She waved saucily at him over her shoulder as she sauntered away. Drake couldn't seem to move. The minx had had fangs, and she had tasted his blood. Without his permission. What a delightfully….bold creature she was.