I do not own the Black Dagger Brotherhood the only thing I do own is my own female character. I hope you guys like it:)
Tohrment wasn't in the mood for mindless sex.
And the prostitute hanging on his arm wasn't catching the hint. She rubbed her huge, probably fake, tits against his arm and fluttered her long mascara coated lashes as she eyed the Mercedes and the Rolex on his wrist. You could see the dollar signs in her eyes, and you could bet that she was thinking Cha-Ching!
"C'mon, babe. All you have to do is slip me a fifty then it's right back to your place to do the wild thing," she purred. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind doing you for free. But the boss wouldn't be too happy about that," she admitted while stroking his bicep through his leather jacket.
Tohr choked down a growl of annoyance, as he unlocked the door of the Mercedes, "Not interested."
For a moment, Tohr was sure she was going to leave, but his hopes were crushed when she laughed, "Oh, I see. You're married. Well that's alright, honey. Your wife won't find out."
Wife. Oh, Virgin!
Wellsie!
Growling with anger now, Tohr pushed the prostitute away. She tottered on her four inch heels, then steadied herself before she glared at him. "You'd better watch it, big guy. 'Cause if the boss sees even one mark on me he'll be all over you in a heartbeat!"
Tohr ignored her, and with a huff of irritation and a "fuck you", she stalked back into the Iron Mask to look for other potential customers.
Shaking his head, Tohr was just about to get into his car and call it a night, when the faint smell of a vampire's blood hit his nose. Nostrils flaring, he shut the door and scanned the area. When nothing particularly out of the ordinary caught his eye, he closed both of them and listened. He knew the blood was close by, he just needed to find out where.
He picked up the conversation of two human males, one of which was obviously drunk. "Did you have to hit her so hard, Jim? It's fun when they fight back a little bit," the drunk one whined.
"She pissed me off with that little spitting act. It was spur of the moment."
"Oh well, I guess it'll be easier this way. Now we can take our time too, with this one's looks I want to."
By now, Tohr had started running towards the nearest alley where the voices were coming from, and as he got closer, the smell of blood got stronger.
Stopping at the mouth of the alley, Tohr hid in the shadows, silently watching.
A short human male was on all fours over a female figure, but Tohr couldn't see her face, the human's forearm was blocking the view. The other, bigger male was circling them as if he wanted to join in, but wasn't sure if he should.
Tohr sniffed the air, yep, that was definitely a vampire's blood all right, a female's blood, to be precise. How dare these human males put their filthy hands on a delicate female of his race.
With a growl of anger, he dematerialized right behind the man above the female, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the brick wall of the alley. Feeling a certain sort of justice when he heard the man's head crack against the wall.
Turning away from the slumped body on the ground, Tohr eyed the other human, "You wanna' tango, mother fucker?" The guy shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow. "Then I suggest you get out of my sight before I count to three. And if I ever catch you doing this to another woman, I'll cut you up and feed you to the rats. We clear?"
He nodded.
Tohr smiled with menace, flashing his fangs for the little shit to see, "One. Two..."
The guy split along with the scent of urine.
Hurrying over, Tohr knelt beside the fallen female. Turning her face towards him, he checked her face. A bruise was already blooming on her jaw, her lip was split and a trickle of blood ran down her chin. Her mouth was parted as she took ragged breaths, the tips of her fangs peeked between her full lips, proving she was indeed of his race.
She was also the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen in his life.
Her hair, so blond it was almost white, surrounded her like a cloak. Creamy skin, looked silky smooth to the touch and seemed to glow in the night. She possessed a body meant to bring a male to his knees. Nicely perky, plump breasts, narrow waist, lushly rounded hips and long curvy legs that went all the way to heaven. Her bone structure in her face seemed to have been carved by a master sculpture, who'd been trying to encase Aphrodite in his art.
To his surprise and anger, he felt the first sexual stirrings he'd had since his shellan's death.
When she shuddered in her unconsciousness, he shrugged out of his jacket and lay it over her scantly clad body.
That was when he noticed the tattoo around her neck.
Wait, was that-? No, it couldn't be.
Leaning in for a closer look, Tohr frowned, his mouth in a grim line. Yep, that was the mark of a bloodslave alright, no doubt about it. But what was a bloodslave doing out here? Where was her master?
With no other alternative, Tohr decided to take her back to the mansion with him since there was no where else for her to go. He'd keep her there until after he found out who she was, where she came from, and how she'd ended up on the streets, nearly being raped by humans. Then he'd find a safe place for her to stay. Away from him.
Along with the lust he felt for her.
Picking her up in his arms, he was surprised at how light she was. She was short, yes, but she still should have weighed more than she did. He could feel her rib cage where his hand rested as he held her in his arms. She was skin and bones.
Sighing, he walked out of the alley, leaving the scum of human behind, and crossed the street to his Mercedes.
Balancing the female with one arm, he opened the passenger door of his car, bent and placed her in the seat.
She moaned a little bit, from the pain in her jaw, he suspected.
His eyes flew to her beautiful face as he tucked the jacket a little more securely around her shoulders, "Just where on earth did you come from?"
She didn't answer.
He didn't expect one.