Hello! I'm sorry I wasn't able to update sooner! Sooo much school work!:( Anyhow! This is Chapter 8!:)

Chapter 8 : Out

Isabeau

We were on the motorcycles for a while. I was driving. Logan asked me a question.

"So, What do we do now?" He asked.

"We get to Transylvania, board a plane, find Montmartre, and stake him." I said.

"What do we do after wards?" He asked.

"You go your way, we go ours."

"And what if I don't want to leave?"

"Then," I said, "You can stay with me all you want."

"I'll take you up on that offer."

"I was hoping you'd say that." I said with a coy smile.

Out of all honesty, I really wanted him to stay, but I was genuinely surprised that I had said that out loud. But I did.

"What room would I stay in?" He asked, playing along.

Only problem?...I wasn't sure if I was playing around.

I answered anyways. "You can stay in my room."

He snickered. "And what if we do something..."naughty" in there?" He asked.

He did not just suggest that. I think I blushed a deep red...

"Then," I said, "I'll pull out my very sexy lingerie." I said.

I looked in the rear view mirror to see a shocked face. Hehe. Logan, Logan, Logan...You didn't think that I wouldn't pull that card?

"You won't need it 'cuz I'm gonna pull it right off." He leaned into my ear and whispered that. Whoa.

"We'll see." I can not believe I just flirted with him. Wow.

We fell quiet then. I drove in peace and he was in his own thoughts.

What was this feeling in my stomach? I never felt it before. Then Hunter was yelling at Quinn.

"No! I am not jealous if you make out with the flight attendant."

"Stop lying. I don't lie to you."

"Shut up, will you? We're almost there."

"So I can make out with the flight attendant." Quinn said in a sing-song voice.

"Hey, Logan?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Is your brother always like that?"

"Yes."

I nodded. Then, a thought came up in my head.

Were all Drakes like that?

No. I doubted Logan would go have sex with a prostitute. I doubted he would even look at playboys.

But, by the way that Quinn was flirting with Hunter, I wasn't so sure.

"Hey! We're here!" Lucy said.

I looked up to see that she was right. There was a door and I could faintly hear sounds coming from the other side of it. I wondered idly where it ended at. I was still in disbelief that Hunter and the rest of them built this.

We all stepped off of the motorcycles, wary of what was on the other side. I looked toward Hunter.

"Hunter, where does this open to?" I asked.

"An abandoned warehouse, but...do you hear that?" She asked.

I listened closely. Then I heard it. There was upbeat music,...and...whooping?

"What is on the other side of that?" I asked.

"Now, honestly," Hunter said grimly, "I have no fricken' idea."

"Well, we can always find out." Lucy said.

Hunter went and pushed the back door open.

There was a...bathroom?

I looked around at everyone.

"Okay, why are we in a restroom?" Lucy asked, reading my mind.

I looked at Hunter expectantly.

"I have no idea. Last I remember, it was an abandoned warehouse...now why are we standing in a restroom?" Hunter said.

"Hey," Kieran said, "I don't wanna sound stupid, but is this the girls' or boys' restroom?" He asked.

We looked around. I caught Logan blushing.

"Girls!" Lucy and Solange said at the same time. They giggled a little after wards.

"Well," Quinn said, "Shouldn't we...um...get out?"

"Right." I said, leading them all out of the restroom.

"Hey," Marcus said, "Won't it be noticeable that a bunch of people come out of the girls' restroom at the same time?

"I doubt that they will notice with all the noise outside." I answered.

We walked out of the bathroom and were faced with semi-naked girls pole dancing, men whooping and hollering, and waitresses in bikinis.

"What is this place?" I asked.

Everyone looked at me incredulously.

Hunter shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "Isabeau doesn't go out much. Isabeau, this is a strip club." She said "strip club" deliberately slow, as if she was talking to a kindergartener.

I nodded. "But this is nothing like the prostitutes in Paris."

"They're...different." Hunter said.

I nodded, not wanting to go into more detail.

"Well, let's just get out of here." Quinn said.

I looked over at Hunter, waiting for her to lead us out of this "strip club".

She was giving Quinn a weird look.

I ignored the look and continued to walk, weaving through the drunk men and half naked waitresses. Logan held my waist. Normally, I would have snapped his wrist, but his touch...made me feel better in an unknown territory. Everyone followed until we were stopped by a chubby man with a beard and mustache.

"Hold it there, little lady." He said.

I had to refrain from snapping his neck when he called me that.

"I didn't see you and your little group get in here. You're supposed to pay."

I looked around. We hadn't thought of bringing money.

"We don't have any money. All we used was the bathroom."

"Well, Missy," He said, "I want you to at least work off for you guy's being here."

I gave him a questioning look. The arm Logan had that was stretched around me tightened.

I looked at everyone and counted heads. One...Two...Three...Four...Five...

I counted fifteen people.

"How much will it cost to get 15 people out?" I asked.

He looked thoughtful for a second.

"Fifteen dollars..." He said.

That was great! We could all bus one table, get the tips, and leave.

"...per person."

Okay...now we were not off so well.

"Okay...so that's $255 dollars."

"No, it's $225 dollars. Don't try to rip us off." Logan said. The way his voice sounded. So authoritative, made my stomach feel warm.

I turned toward the man in front of me. "Okay, give us all the dish carts and we'll bus the tables."

"Oh no, Missy. You're not doing that."

I gave him a questioning look. "Then what do we do?" I asked.

"Three of you little ladies are gonna be up there," He pointed toward the girls stripping, "Doing your stuff to make these guys," He pointed toward the hooting men, "Happy."

"NO!" Shouted Kieran, Liam, Sebastian, Marcus, Duncan, Connor, Quinn, Nicholas, and Christabel. Logan growled deep in his throat and shoved me behind him.

"You are not making Isabeau strip naked for these scumbags." He ground out.

He actually cared how I felt toward the situation. My stomach was acting up again.

"She doesn't have too. She has other girls. But I would really like to see her strut her stuff." He waggled his eyebrows behind Logan, where I was still gripping his arm.

I stepped away from Logan's shield and felt empty, but pushed it aside. "I agree to the terms of the deal." The man smiled a toothy and yellow smile.

"See you up there, hot stuff." He said. He tried to grope my ass, but Logan slapped his hand away.

"Keep your hands off her, or I'll brake them." Logan said. I knew he was very capable of braking them.

"Whatever, man." He said. He winked at me and left. I mentally gagged. I turned toward everyone else.

"So, who wants to do this with me?" I asked. Logan looked shocked.

"You're actually gonna fuckin' do it?" He asked.

I looked at him. "Of course if that can get us any closer to Montmartre."

He opened his mouth, but then he shut it. I effectively shut him up. I was quite proud.

"Well?" I asked, turning toward the rest of the group.

Helena looked terrified. For a woman who knew ten different ways to kill a vampire with a stake, I was surprised to see her so scared. "Helena, I'll take that as a 'No'." She looked grateful.

"Solange?" I asked. All of her brothers growled low in their throats. "Another 'No'." I said.

"Hey! I get to make my own decisions!" She said.

Kieran looked at her. "There is no way you're gonna be stripping in front of guys." He said.

Solange was about to argue, but stayed quiet.

That left Christabel, Lucy, and Hunter.

"Lucy?" I asked.

She looked up from being deep in thought. "Hmm?" She asked.

"Wanna strip?"

She locked eyes with Christabel. I immediately understood why. "Yeah, I'm in." Lucy said.

"Hunter?" I asked.

"Count me in." She said.

Everyone left to sit down at a table. A bunch of half naked waitresses were flinging themselves at the Drake men, but they were to busy to notice. Most of them left, but four stayed. A lady with blond hair was touching Liam in a too friendly way. He flaunted his wedding ring and asked loudly that the waitress should ask his wife if she wanted a drink. The girl huffed. Helena looked like she could (and would) kill. One was a red head that was flirtatiously winking at Connor. And Connor was staring at Christabel, who was huddled up near Helena and Solange, looking like a little girl. Connor looked worried. Another brown haired girl was trying to get Nic to peer down toward her chest, but he was staring at Lucy. Lucy was eying the stage with poles grimly. I'd have to tell her later that he was staring at her. Another blond one was all over Logan.

Logan.

And then I felt a sudden wave of hatred towards her. She was flinging herself at him and bending down low enough that he could peer at her breasts. Which he didn't do. Because he was staring at me.

I felt blood rush up to my cheeks. I looked away and was focused on Quinn and Hunter's conversation.

I immediately regretted it.

"Think you can handle me stripping?" She asked him. She was joking, of course.

Quinn looked rather serious. "I don't want you to strip in front of a bunch of old pedophiles."

Her smile faltered. "I'll be fine." She whispered.

"I hope so." He said. He then leaned closer to her ear.

"And I know for a fact that I can handle anything you throw at me." He said.

"Don't be so sure." She said, her voice breathy.

I turned back to the table to see Logan getting up and walking towards me. My palms start getting sweaty, but I try not to wipe them on my green tunic dress.

"You gonna be okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"I'll beat anyone who tries to grope your ass." He said feverishly.

I laughed at that. "You do that." I said.

Then I did something unexpected. I leaned into him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"A thank-you gift." I said, "For keeping that man off of me."

He stared at me. Speechless. I pondered on whether he was speechless because he liked it or if he was disgusted. I shoved the thought away. I flashed him a brief smile and walked toward the backdoor with Lucy and Hunter to get prepared for the show we were gonna throw.

I was still smiling when I thought back to the kiss I gave him.

And the butterflies didn't stop.

Not for one bit.

Watcha think! The strip club isn't what you expected, huh!:) I might not update until the next week!...So sorry!