I am so sorry for not getting a chapter up right way. Last year had been a rough year for me. Some of it good and some it bad. I will try and put more chapters. One of my goals for the year. Enjoy and remember R&R.
The club was noise as ever when Jesse entered the club, and she had to shield her ears from the noise. Why did she ever let her friends talk her into going to a place like this? It wasn't her style, she didn't go to clubs and she wasn't a party girl, but after much begging and being scolded for being anti-social, she had found herself here. She gave a sigh as she followed her friends towards a table near the back, meaning that they would have to get through the crushing bodies of the dancers. She doubted that she would do a whole lot of dancing as she couldn't dance and she doubted that she would be able to dance in these black high heel shoes anyway. The outfit that she was forced to wear was a black mini skirt and a blood red tank top, her brown hair up high in a ponytail. Getting through the crowd of dancers, pushing a few of them away who tried to dance with her which , to her anyway, was nothing more than them dry humping her. Finally making it out of the crushing mob, she could finally breathe and her green eyes locked on to her friends and to the table they were sitting.
There seemed to be others there as well, ones that she didn't know, perhaps her friends know them as they did seem to go party more than her. Moving closer to the table, they all shifted so that she had a place to sit, which put her next to a guy with pale skin, blue eyes and auburn hair. "I'm Deacon." He said to her as he leaned down to her giving her a charming smile. Jesse knew that there was something wrong here, but that didn't keep her from smiling back at him. She seemed so enthralled by him, which she didn't understand why. She wasn't the one to fall for guys at first sight, which was something other girls did.
"I'm Jesse." She said at him, which it was more of a yell because of the music, but then again most of the conversation between everyone at the table was all yelling.
"Nice to meet you Jesse." He said as he held out his hand to her, which she took. His skin was cold and it seemed to cool her body as well. The waitress came by and they ordered their drinks. Jesse ordered a rum and coke, which is the only thing she could think of at the top of her head. Hours seemed to tick by and she noticed that more and more drinks appeared in front of her, and she didn't order them at all. She was starting to feel drunk and she pushed the last drink way. She still wanted to be able to walk out of here, so she needed to sober up. Wishing now more than ever that they sold food here and she knew that she would need to eat to counter act the drinks, she just consumed.
That was when she noticed Deacon's arm around her shoulder, when had that shown up there, it felt like it had been there for a while as she was so use to it. He was laughing at what one of her friends said and that was when she saw it. The extra-long canines that made him look like a monster, which unknown to her, he was.
"I need to get some air." She told him as she pushed his arm away and stood up. This room had become very warm and claustrophobic, unknown to her was that he was following after her, like a predatory closing in on his kill. Jesse took a deep breath as she stepped out in front of the club, the cool air was already starting to cool her down and she didn't feel crowded. Making a decision that she wasn't going to back in there, she pulled up her phone, sent a quick text to her friend that she was going home. Next she was searching for a phone number for a taxi, when she felt someone behind her.
Jumping, she turned around and her green eyes landed on Deacon, she couldn't help but wonder why he was here in the first place. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you." He said with a soft smile as he moved closer to her.
"I was just make sure that you were okay." He stated simply, he kept his hunger in check as he didn't want to end up having her run off. As, in his mind she was the perfect meal.
"I'm fine." She told him as she calmed down and her fear of him disappeared as quickly as it came. Her eyes looked down at the phone as she started to dial the number. She wanted to get home and go to sleep. That was when she noticed that Deacon was standing right next to her. His eyes focused on her phone.
"Calling a cab?" He asked her, watching as she looked up at him. She glared at him, apparently not liking that he was spying on what she was doing. He leaned closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. She could feel his hard body against hers, his smells invading her system as she allowed him to take her phone and lead her down the street. He pulled her into the alleyway and pressed against the wall.
A smile passed his lips as he got her right where he wanted her and she wouldn't be walking away from this anytime soon. Leaning down he pressed his lips against hers and was surprised that she pushed against him for a few seconds and starting to kiss him back. She was at his whim and there was nothing that she could do to get away from him. She gave a soft whimper as he kissed down her neck, her body pushed against him as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He put his nose against the vein in her neck, giving it one last kiss before he sunk his fangs in. A whimper of pain passed her lips before turning into a groan of pleasure as he started to drink her blood. He could hear her heart beat as her life source filled him. His body became warm as her became cold. Once she was dead, he threw her into the dumpsters and headed back inside.
Morning was slowly starting to approach when Deacon entered his penthouse apartment, his eyes landed on Quinn and two blood whores, laying on the couch. Quinn fixed his eyes on him and gave him a satisfy smile. "Any sound from her." He said to him indicating down the hallway to Raven's room.
"Not a peep." Quinn said as she slowly woke up the girls and started to head towards his room. Deacon walked down the hallway to her room and upon reaching it, he opened it. His eyes spotted her sleeping form, an open book next to her. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek before picking her up and heading to his own room. He had made a decision that she would now be sleeping in his room. He put her in his vault of a bed, just in time for the shutters to come down, blocking out the sunlight.