Hey lovely readers!
This was intended to be a one shot, but I got carried away and is now going to be a mini story. As the summary says it's not your typical Brathan story, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, let me know what you think.
Brooke sighed in frustration as she scanned the packed nightclub. The type of guy she was looking for just wasn't here. Every man she looked at didn't attract her in the least. They were all too skinny, too blond, too much like Lucas. She needed someone who looked nothing like the arrogant blonde she had just broken up with. So she was looking for tall, well built and dark. She headed to the bar to get herself another drink and surveyed the dramatic red and black interior of the nightclub once more. It was so much different to Tric. AfterLife was more sophisticated and sexy. Brooke was glad that she had kept the invite that had been sent to her store, giving her V.I.P access on the opening night; tonight. She looked over at the V.I.P section she had not long left and smiled. It was sectioned into intimate little sitting room styled alcoves by three walls. The entryway could be closed off by masses of red and black shimmering organza voiles. There were so many it was virtually impossible to see through them. Brooke knew why that was and what type of activities they expected to happen in this club. And the way that she felt tonight, she couldn't wait to find her victim.
She finished her drink and began to weave her way through the mass of undulating bodies as they danced. She received angry and jealous stares from the women and lecherous drools from the men. Brooke however, ignored them all. She was horny and she was on the prowl. Tonight only a dark haired man was going to satisfy her desires. Her outfit gained her attention. She wore a deep red corset style dress. The corset top accentuated her ample assets and the pencil style lower half came to mid thigh. It also hugged her hips and ass perfectly. Her ridiculously high black stiletto heels and the loose tussled curls in her hair completed the look. She looked a complete temptress. As she surveyed the crowd and again looked for the type of man she had decided she wanted that night, a young man approached her. He looked barely legal and was far too Lucas for her liking. His breath stank strongly of beer and Brooke took a step back, as her eyes flashed in anger. She couldn't be bothered with petty boys tonight.
"Want to dance?" He asked, in a slur. His hand had already come up in an attempt to lay claim on her tiny waist and Brooke took another step back in response.
"No." She answered bluntly and his face turned into a scowl in a fraction of a second.
"I want to dance with you, you're pretty." He told her angrily. Again his hand came up and Brooke smacked it away, wanting to smack his face as well.
"I said no." She shot back. She then tried to move away from his now pawing hands as his knuckles brushed over the ample amount of exposed flesh.
"You're a fucking tease!" He growled loudly, drawing the attention of a few dancers that surrounded them.
"And you're a fucking perv." Brooke told him in an angry voice as she once more started to move around him. Despite his drunken state, drunk boy quickly managed to cut her off again. His hand came forward again and this time, he attempted to reach beneath her skirt. His lips curled into a lusty yet angry grin as he did. Brooke glared at him in outrage as a hand suddenly shot out between them. It clamped completely around drunk boy's wrist as though it were a small twig. The hand twisted backward and caused the younger man to howl out in pain as he started to sink to his knees.
"The lady said no." A deep voice said beside her.
Brooke looked from the boy to the owner of that voice and her eyes rounded in surprise. Her hero was just exactly what she had been looking for. He towered over her by at least a foot. His shoulders blocked out the flickering lights that shone overhead upon the dancers, oblivious to the action going on around them. His skin was pale and his face was incredibly handsome; almost too handsome to be real. His hair was dark and created a stark contrast against his skin. Over a packed muscular body he wore a black shirt. Brooke couldn't help but notice that it was unbuttoned just enough to give her a teasing taste of the muscles that lurked beneath. It fitted his muscular body perfectly and tucked into a pair of snug jeans that emphasized his lean, yet muscular stature. As her gaze continued to travel downward, it fell on the bulge where his thighs met long, powerful looking legs. It was clear to see that he had more than enough to satisfy Brooke. She then noticed that the jeans hugged his powerful thighs and legs almost like a second skin. As her gaze moved up again, she found a pair of the bluest, smoldering eyes staring back down at her. They seemed almost familiar to her.
"Did you find everything that you were looking for?" He asked in a questioning tone. It drew her gaze like a magnet to his full lower lip. Brooke found herself wanting to bite it.
"I'm not sure." She answered as she smiled. Her voice had a seductive tone to it and it caused a spark to ignite in the blue eyes that were locked onto her hazel ones. Drunk boy's cry drew the dark stranger's attention back to why he was there.
"Go home, boy and sober up." He ordered in a deep tone as he released the younger man's hand. Drunk boy then quickly moved away.
"You saved me from a very ugly situation. Can I buy you a drink?" Brooke asked. Her voice was husky and again those beautiful eyes flashed in her direction. His only response was a slight nod of his dark head in acceptance.
They headed to the bar and Brooke made sure to walk in front of her mystery man. She accentuated the sway of her hips as she walked and she swore that she could feel his heated gaze on her ass. They got to the bar and Brooke ordered a glass of red wine, her hero ordered a straight whiskey. They picked their drinks up and then she led him toward the V.I.P area. Back there the music wasn't as loud, so they would actually be able to talk. The lights were also dimmer and more seductive. Brooke rounded a set of the immense organza curtains and the man followed close behind. The small intimate area they were in had an elegant chaise lounge sofa that was upholstered in burgundy colored velvet and had an antique gold trim. There was an antique looking black hand carved French table just in front of it and it sat on top of a plush black rug. There was a screen on the wall that had an image of flames on it to look like a fire. Brooke sat down upon the luxuriously upholstered seat that looked like it should have been in a boudoir. She then patted the cushioned seat beside her, before she lounged back. She watched him with hooded eyes as he paused in the entryway to close the organza curtains, before heading over to where she was sat. She then smiled as he sat where she had indicated and he took a small sip of the whiskey.
"How can I thank you?" She asked in a sensuous tone. It drew his gaze again.
"I thought that you just did." He answered as though he weren't interested in her in the least. However, something inside Brooke told her that he was very much aware of her and she smiled inwardly at the thought.
"No, really, I owe you." She stated. Now it was time to really up her game.
He was sat to her right so she lifted her left foot and bent her knee. She placed her foot on the edge of the table as she moved so that she was facing him more. She knew that he would be getting a clear view underneath the skirt part of her dress, seeing as though she had been daring and worn no underwear. His intense gaze moved downward ever so slowly. Brooke noticed that his eyes darkened as he realized that he had an unobstructed view up her skirt of what lay beneath. Brooke put her actions down to the alcohol she had consumed and the way Lucas and Victoria had treated her the past few weeks. Her mystery man gave her a small grin at the sight and took another drink of his whiskey. Brooke noticed with frustration that it wasn't to steady his nerves.
"You are playing with fire." He told her softly. Brooke heard the clear warning in his voice.
"Maybe it's a fire you can put out." She shot back, as she moved her foot slightly. Brooke's gaze then shifted to his jeans again to see if what she was doing had caused a reaction in him. To her complete amazement, it hadn't.
"Trust me, you do not want that. Or the consequences that come with it." He warned her again. His hypnotic blue eyes were on her face and he watched her lick her bright red lips.
"Trust me, I can handle it," She replied confidently and heard his soft chuckle in response. He was so calm and unnerved by her actions and it caused her frustration to grow. "You're what I've been looking for tonight. I need a man to make me his so I can forget how bad my life has become just lately."
Her voice was heavy with lust and a hint of sadness. It caused her potential lover's blue eyes to move from her lips back to her hot gaze. Brooke saw another flash of something in their depths and she felt herself getting lost in the pools of blue. She shivered despite the heat she felt raging inside her. She was surprised at the heat he was creating by simply looking at her the way he was.
"Well, you have found me," He replied with a grin. He couldn't help but notice as he dipped a finger into his drink that her body seemed to want him even more at his admission. He swirled the whiskey around with his finger, as he began to speak again. "But could you live with the consequences?"
"I can't get pregnant, I'm on the pill." She told him thinking that was what he had meant. He smiled softly at the revelation.
"That was not what I was talking about." He told her with amusement in his voice.
Suddenly, his hand shot out and wrapped tightly around her delicate ankle. Brooke gasped as he did. His eyes seemed to glow with a silver fire as he looked at her again. Slowly, he began to pull her across the seat by her leg, before he wrapped it around his waist. The skirt of her dress slid up as he pulled her to him. Her heart leapt inside her chest as she saw his eyes. She felt him move and her eyes lowered. She watched as he dipped a finger into his drink once again. He then brought it out and ever so slowly, his hand came down. Brooke arched toward him as she felt the slight burn of the alcohol and was surprised to find that it felt good.
"That feels good," She murmured softly as she wished that he would do something else with that finger. As if he were reading her mind, he did. He was teasing her mercilessly and she was getting more and more aroused with each passing moment. He was doing it without regard of who might pass through or by the curtain to see what was taking place. However, Brooke didn't care. She just wanted him to continue making her feel good. He heard her moan in pleasure as she said. "Please I need more."
"Are you sure that you want that?" She heard him ask. His voice was barely above a whisper now and Brooke could only nod in agreement.
In the next instant, she gave a loud gasp of both surprise and pleasure as he gave in to her request. It suddenly felt as if their secluded cocoon had closed in on her. No longer could she hear the thump of the music in the background but only her heartbeat as it pounded loudly in her ears. Her chest tightened slightly as he continued his actions in a torturously slow manner. Brooke moaned loudly as her hands sank into his silky dark hair. She briefly managed a glance around to see if they had an audience. She was relieved to see that it was still the two of them in their private little cocoon. She then threw her head back against the chaise lounge as she gave in to the amazing sensations that he was creating. Her eyes closed and she just let him work his magic as he rid her of her clothes. He folded her dress was neatly and placed it on the table with her shoes beside it. Brooke's heart was beating crazily inside her chest and her body tensed slightly in anticipation of what he was going to do next. He quickly undressed himself before he returned to her.
"I did try to warn you." He whispered softly when he moved over her.
He almost crushed her beneath his weight and Brooke could feel all of him against her. He lowered his head so that his lips were kissing over her neck. She let out a gasp as she felt a sudden sharp pain over where her pulse point was. She then felt like she was floating as the pain seemed to be gently kissed away. A few moments later, his mouth closed over her own and he kissed her deeply as he began to show her exactly what else he had been trying to warn her about. After a few moments, his lips returned to her neck. She was starting to feel rather lethargic and weak as he continued his previous actions. Brooke realized too late what was happening. She felt more and more of her life draining away beneath this amazing specimen of a man. Finally, he lifted his head; her life-giving fluid stained his lips. A drop or two had gathered at the corners of his lips.
"I did warn you." He repeated softly, almost sadly. His eyes were filled with a haunted look.
"Don't let me die, please." Brooke begged as tears spilled from her eyes. Her eyes started to dim with the onset of death and her body convulsed violently beneath him until she gave one last deep gasp and then darkness engulfed her.
~X~
Brooke's eyes shot open. She was still on the seat in the nightclub, only alone and fully clothed. She sat up quickly and smoothed down the skirt part of her dress. Her body began to shake over the dream she had just had. Relief began to spread over her as she realized that it had been a dream. She hadn't perished at the hands of her mystery lover. Brooke grinned as she thought about her dream of a sexy and incredibly delicious looking vampire that not just given her the best release she had ever before experienced, but had drained the life from her in the process. Something glistened in the light from the fake fire on the screen. She looked down and her breath caught in her throat. A heavy crystal glass sat empty upon the table and her hands shook as she reached over to pick it up. She sniffed at the contents it had once contained and her eyes rounded in shock. It was whiskey.
"Oh my God!" She gasped.
She almost hesitantly reached her hand up to check her neck. She gave a stifled cry of anguish as she felt the puncture wounds on the delicate column of her throat. It hadn't been a dream. She then realized that she couldn't feel the familiar beat of her heart. Brooke was unsure what to do next as she stood from her seat. She felt a sudden surge of energy when she came to her feet fully. Her body flushed slightly in heat and a powerful sensation began to fill her. It was as if a small electrical current was rushing up and down her body. Brooke smiled in genuine amusement as she thought of how her mysterious lover had literally sucked and fucked the life out of her. Only when she had begged not to die, he had given her a second life. A life that would now be filled with what he had done to her. She then realized she didn't even know his name.
Brooke's lips formed into a full-blown grin as she swept aside the curtain to the private area where she had been with the most alluring and seductive man she had ever met. He was here somewhere; she could feel him. There was some unusual connection and she could tell that he was watching her, waiting to see what she would do with her newfound life. A hunger was building inside her, a hunger that could not be quenched this time by lust. She looked around and scanned the undulating bodies that still moved to the music on the dance floor. Brooke spotted just what she needed. The drunk boy that had accosted her before she had met the mysterious vampire. The one who reminded her of Lucas. She smiled as she approached him slowly. She hoped the alcohol he so obviously had in his system would not affect her when she took him to the dark corner. He had wanted to have his way with her before but this time she was going to do what she wanted to him. His eyes widened in disbelief as Brooke reached him. Without a word, she took hold of one of his hand and pulled him toward the secluded seat just as she had done before with her mystery lover. She could sense his blood pumping through drunk boy's veins and it was calling her like a beacon. She felt her mouth water at the thought of the red liquid she would be taking from him. As she flicked aside the curtain, her hunger increased by leaps and bounds. She could still feel her mystery man, her creator watching her intently. He could obviously see perfectly through the layers of curtains.
"I need you." She told him.
Drunk boy got an expression on his face that made her want to hit him. However, she didn't want to damage her food. Brooke shoved him backward roughly and his eyes rounded in shock as she straddled his lap. Brooke smiled slowly as she heard his sharp intake of breath. It was then that she leaned forward and her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his throat. She heard his moan of pain and she reveled in it as she began to drink. Brooke greedily drained him as he struggled beneath her. She had a new found strength that easily kept him from breaking free. He gave one last desperate shove before he slumped backwards in the seat, dead. Brooke stood and straightened her dress once more. She grinned at the sight before her then turned and left the private little alcove. She saw the blue eyes of her mystery man smiling at her in amusement. Almost immediately, another kind of hunger filled her. A hunger that only her dark and deadly lover could ever possibly sate. She knew he could feel it too. That connection was kicking in again. With a jerk of his head, he indicated the exit to the club. She grinned devilishly as she began to walk towards it. He was close behind her and she sashayed her hips deliberately, just as she had when they had headed to the bar. They exited the club and walked out into the night. Brooke was amazed that she could see things with so much more clarity and she gazed around in awe.
"That is one of your new adjustments," the deep voice said into her ear and gave her an exaggerated shiver down her spine. "You did really well for your first meal."
"Thank you," she told him as she smiled. He moved to her front and gazed down into her eyes. "And you did more than good at what you did to me."
"I know," he replied with a naughty grin. He then frowned and his gaze went back to the club. "Do you have a car?"
"Yeah." She replied.
"Come on let's go," her mystery lover said as he took hold of her hand. "We will go back to your home. There is something different about you and I need to discover what it is."
"Sure, it's over this way." Brooke said as she headed towards where she had parked her car.
They climbed in and she pulled out of the parking lot, before heading down the main road. Out of the shadow of the doorway to AfterLife came a slight blonde haired figure. They watched the car heading down the road with narrowed eyes, before heading back into the club to begin plotting the punishment he would be getting when he came back.