[Hey guys, I decided to take a little break from writing "To the Capitol (to Polis) to her" and work on a something a little different. Hope you like it!]
I am a Vampire, the last descendant of my lineage. Other elders call me a child, impudent. Narcissistic, decadent. Never in a million years would they have ever dreamed they would call me brave, a hero. The savior of my kind. Let me tell you how I changed that.
Red silk sheets, "how cliché" I thought. Then I chastised myself. I wasn't complaining about Samantha's sheets while her head was in between my legs doing ungodly things. Let her enjoy her damn sheets! I crept silently from her bed and began to dress myself. Before I was able to put my shirt on warm hands came from behind and slid up my waist to my breasts. Teasing circles around my now erect nipples. "Mmmm, do you have to go?" She hummed hotly into my ear. I nodded yes. "You know I have a club to run" I reminded her. She let her hands drop to her sides and moved away from me. "You own the damn club, you can get someone else to work it for you, you know" she huffed. Of course she was right but I enjoyed being at the club. The dark sexy atmosphere, with just a slight hint of danger lingering as an afterthought. I loved watching my strippers work their clients. The smell of cigars, and expensive liquor permeating the air as beautiful women gyrated to erotic music. It was all very stimulating to my highly evolved senses. Of course there was also another reason I enjoyed being at the club but let's not delve into that reason right now.
Samantha walked to a nearby chair and slumped into it. She looked at me with a pout and before she opened her mouth I knew exactly what she was going to say. "You're just going to go see her aren't you?" She whined. I gave her a warning look making sure she knew she was overstepping. "Firstly who I want to see or how I spend my time is absolutely none of your concern. What you and I have is purely sexual. No emotions or strings attached, as you agreed to before we started this. Now I'm catching a hint of jealousy coming from you and I'm thinking it's best we don't do this again. Sam you're a great woman but I'm not committing to you ever, or anyone for that matter. So before you get in too deep let's just cut this off now." She sat quietly looking down and for a moment I thought she was going to cry but thank goodness she spared me the tears and didn't make me feel guilty. "Ok, you're right let's end this before I get too caught up. To be honest I was starting to catch feelings for you and it was scaring me. Still friends?" She asked with hopeful eyes. "Always" I told her before giving her a quick peck on the cheek and stepping out of her apartment.
The autumn night air was cool and refreshing. I pulled my helmet on and mounted my motorcycle and made her purr to life. I rode in contented silence enjoying the cold metal and leather pressed against my body. When I reached the front of my club I parked obnoxiously directly in front of the entrance (Did I mention I'm an asshole lol). I tossed my keys at the new bouncer whose name I had yet to remember and told him to park it. I strode inside not waiting for a reply, all swagger and sex appeal. I pull off my trench coat and wordlessly handed it to one of my dancers named Lola. She winked and headed towards my office in the back of the club. All at once I caught a familiar scent in the air. If I had a beating heart in sure it would've sped up and stopped all at the same time. I followed the scent and saw her. Blonde wild hair, bright big blue eyes and a contagious smile. She was dancing on a mans lap. Swaying hips and his hands running up the sides of her thighs.
She can feel me staring at her and looks in my direction. My pupils dilate like the shutter of a camera lens. She looks surprised, happy then angry all in a matter of seconds. I let her finish the dance before I grab her arm and moves effortlessly at lightning speed to my office. She glares at me. "What the fuck Lexa?" She demanded. "You don't dance' I growled at her 'you are not a dancer! You are my financial adviser and manager". I'm seething with anger and jealousy. "You can't tell me what to do Lexa. Christ! You don't want me, and don't want anyone to have me either!". "Make up your fucking mind!" She yelled at me before pushing her way out of my office. I sat there enraged, sad and most of all hopelessly in love.