Trigger warning - attempted rape marked from* to **
It was early the next evening. Godric had already risen, leaving the other two vampires in the nest to slumber on. He was thankful someone had left the door open as the heady scent that had brought him to the edge of his control the night before had escaped. He chose a booth far away from the door, sitting with his hands flat on the table. The bottle he'd been left last night had done him some good, though he loathed to admit it. He could see some colour returning to his grey pallor. He didn't notice he had company until the sound system crackled to life. The girl Eric had offered him last night came out from behind the bar, kicked off a pair of worn out trainers and pulled off a black sports jacket. She ran through a well rehearsed sequence of stretches before walking up the the new apparatus in the middle of the room. She reminded him of a lioness stalking its prey.
He watched the muscles of her bare stomach stretch out as she reached up to the large hoop and effortlessly pulled herself up to sit. She was skilled and elegant, reminding Godric of the travelling circuses of days past. He noticed with less than a second to spare that she'd lost her grip. He shot out from his seat and caught her with just as little effort. There wasn't much to her, Godric gathered that she hadn't been eating properly for some time. He held on to her for what he later realised was a fraction too long, enjoying how she felt in his arms, how the smell of her purity made way for her own personal fragrance. Orange blossom with a trace of spice.
"Mr. Godfrey," She whispered. her face was inches from his and from here she could see a small scar on his forehead. He slowly put her feet on the ground, his grey eyes holding her blue long after she was safe on the floor.
"That was stunning." He said finally.
"Thank you." a delightful blush filled her cheeks and made Godric's chest rumble. "But I fell, so way too much work still needed."
"You haven't eaten." it wasn't a question Pru noted.
"Neither have you." Godric didn't know how to take that. Was she offering herself to him?
She carefully released herself from Godric's arms and made her way back to the bar where her discarded items still sat. She bent forward, his inner vampire - or perhaps his inner adolescent male - purred at this new angle, to reach for a fresh bottle of True Blood and left it to heat up then started rummaging in the well used rucksack for what looked like a take out container. The microwave pinged and she collected the bottle, sitting the top back on the neck like she had the night before, and made her way back to Godric. She put their 'meals' on the table and slid into the booth, gesturing for him to do the same.
"This," Godric held up his bottle. "Doesn't bother you?"
"Only if you're greatly offended by my veggie lo mein." she said simply.
"I don't bother you?"
"You could have let me fall." Pru was very matter of fact. "You didn't. I'd say that's earned some level of trust, wouldn't you?" Godric nodded, running through all of the information he'd been given, or overheard, about her.
"Eric says you've come here from Vegas." She nodded, her body stiffened and she forcefully stabbed at her noodle dish. "Why?"
"There was a vacancy. Girls gotta eat." She stabbed her fork straight through the bottom of her container.
"Ms. Ever, I-" Godric felt ashamed of himself.
"I'm allergic to dogs."
"I see." Her murmured, taking a swig from the bottle. He didn't understand what allergies would matter about danc- Vegas is predominately Were territory. "Yes."
She sighed and checked the watch on her wrist then threw her container on the table.
"I need to go and get ready." Godric nodded, not missing the last glance she gave him as she disappeared into the back store room to get ready for that nights shift.
"Stupid girl" Pru sighed at herself in the small mirror in the back room while she tried to apply her eye makeup. Fangers don't want anything more than blood and sex. But he did save her. But you're not looking for anything Prudentia the voice inside her head reminded her. He was old, he would have had the pick of millions of girls. Or guys. Whatever floats his boat. She sighed slightly as she gave up on the eye makeup and began eyeing the costume she'd brought. It wasn't her normal gear, but she'd seen the style of the club last night. The high waisted shorts and halter necked crop top would fit in much better than her usually leotard and sheer fabrics. With an outfit like that, trapeze boots would be a must. So Pru had dug out her well worn leather protectors and painstakingly tied the laces to minimize any more accidents. Then she slipped on some flats over the top so her heels and toes would be protected while working the floor.
The night went well for Pru. She casually flirted at the bar, didn't drop any glasses and had a well over due play on the newly installed lyra. She did however feel eyes on her most of the night, particularly when she was performing. She swung herself down into a neat hocks hang and stole a hat from a passing patron before pulling herself up and resting the hat on her head, giving the man a cheeky wink. It was then she saw him. Their eyes meeting between the smoke, dancing and vulgarity surrounding them. He was stood at the back of the stage, behind Eric on his throne, dressed in the same loose clothes he'd been in before her shift. He was watching every tiny movement she made. But not in the same way that Eric in front of him was. Eric made her feel like she was laid out in a butchers shop. Mr Godfrey, on the other hand, made her feel - well she wasn't entirely sure. All Pru knew right now was that she didn't exactly mind him watching her. She didn't mind seeing the small smile he offered at her behaviour. She lowered herself carefully to the floor and carried on with the nights work.
A few hours later, Pru found herself out in the cold night air. It was a relief from the heat inside the club. She made her way through the dark towards the bins to get rid of the bag tonights bar man, a vampire by the name of Longshadow, who hadn't done much more than complain and sulk for most of the night had handed her. If it hadn't been for the crash of the heavy bin lid, Pru may have been prepared for what happened next. She was shoved up against the bins, hard. She felt damn on her face, though she couldn't tell if that was something split on the bins, or blood. She could smell the heavy stench of an unwashed man and felt his large chest and arms locking her in place.
"I've been looking for you." the man growled in her ear, his breath rancid and hot. "Pretty bounty on your head." Pru tried to struggle against him, but that only made him mad and he hit her head hard against the bin. The pain exploded behind her eyes and she felt her legs go weak under her. "Stupid bitch." He grunted. "Not sure the boss will want you now. You stink, you filthy fang-banging whore." Pru tried again to get out from his grip, but she was dizzy and couldn't work out how to move her limbs. She tried to kick out as the disgusting creature holding her used one hand to start pulling at her shorts. "Dirty fangers will have had you by now. Not that I care," he laughed at her while he continued to pull at her shorts, eventually ripping them. "A fuck is still a fu-"
The weight left her and she dropped to the ground, her hands going straight to her head, trying to ease the throbbing. Tears ran freely down her face and she tried to blink through them and the blurred vision caused by the pain she felt. The man who'd had her pinned was now held off the ground, his toes just scraping the gravel of the carpark. His clothes were dirty and worn out. His hair matted and unkempt. Her eyes traveled down the arm holding the man like he was a rag doll. White. White linen.
"Explain." Godric held back the roar he'd wished to release. "Explain yourself, stray." he gave the were a shake.
"Never" the were choked. With a flick of his wrist that Pru nearly missed, the stray's neck was broken and he was dropped to the floor. She recognised the arms closing around her now. They were safe, they'd saved her before. His finger tips brushed gently against the side of her face and she leaned into him for more. The cool of his fingers soothed the throb in her skull. The arms left her for a moment, for something then to be put over her head. She panicked, her heart racing, until she felt those gentle hands searching for an arm, and then the other, as he helped her into his shirt. Ever so carefully, she felt one arm snake under her knees and the other held her close to his body as he lifted her and flitted back into the back office of the bar.
