I'm going to try and update this as much as possible now. I sort of hit a wall with this story and I wasn't sure how to continue it, but I'm starting to figure out where I want it to go.

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A tall brunette—thin and curvy—sauntered over in my direction, hips swaying as she effortlessly glided across the dance floor in a pair of ridiculously high heels. I wondered briefly how she hadn't snapped her ankles in those god forsaken shoes, and took another swig of my drink before returning the smile she flashed at me.

"Hi there," she said.

"Hi."

"What are you doing sitting here by yourself?"

"People watching," I said. I studied her face. She looked vaguely familiar, like I'd met her before. I narrowed my eyes before letting go of my suspicion, and thought she may just be a regular around here or Fangtasia that I had seen a few times.

She smirked. "Would the voyeur like some company?"

"I'd love some company," I grinned, and dragged my eyes over every inch of her tanned skin as she sat down beside me. Her dress left little to the imagination; it showed practically everything but her ass and nipples. And, I thought with a snort, I'm sure if she crossed her legs the right way, you'd catch a glimpse of her—

"So what's your name?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh, Adrian. Yours?"

"Nice name. I'm Jade," she offered me her hand. I shook it. After a moment, Jade pulled away slowly, looking confused.

"Something wrong?" I asked, glancing over in her direction.

Her brows furrowed. "Your touch…it's not like the others," she murmured, tracing her fingers over my arm. "You're warm. Hot, even. You're not like the other vampires," Jade looked up at me. "What are you?"

I pursed my lips. "Hmm. If you can promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you what I am, okay?"

She nodded.

I leaned in close and lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'm a 3, 075 year old demon-vampire hybrid that can control fire and travel through shadows," I pulled away to watch her reaction.

Or, rather, a lack thereof. Jade appeared oddly stoic for someone that was just told a demon is sitting across from them. That is, until the corners of her lips began to twitch—and I began to think she was going to experience some sort of fit—and she let out a cackle so loud, that I winced and recoiled from the sound, covering my ears with my hands.

The bartender, along with the others seated around us, shot a dirty look in my direction. I shrugged and mouthed an apology.

"You're funny! I like you," she poked at my arm. "Seriously though, what are you?"

I finished the rest of my drink. "Let's just say I'm a vampire," I smiled.

"Whatever you say," Jade downed her shot. "So, what do you prefer—Tru Blood, or the real thing?"

I put the bottle down. "Honestly? I prefer the real thing over this shit. It tastes so much better."

"And when was the last time you had the real thing?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Too long ago," I lamented.

Jade chewed her lip and glanced down at her feet before speaking. "You want a taste?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

She brushed her hair out of the way and opened her throat to me. "I asked if you wanted to taste me."

My fangs descended, the tips peeking out of my lips. My gaze settled on her neck, her quickened pulse. The sweet sound of her heart beat pounded in my ears, drowned out every voice, every word sang, every note played in the songs blasting from the club's sound system. I leaned back, away from her, trying in earnest not to give in and drain her right here, to feel her life flow into me.

I took a deep breath. "I'd love nothing more. Come with me?" I asked, extending my hand out to her.

"Gladly," she said with a grin, and hooked her arm in mine.

Jade followed alongside me as I led her behind a set of doors guarded by a number of the Lamb's bouncers. Our offices and private quarters lie just beyond those doors; and as much as we trust this particular crowd of vampires, the possibility of one, or even a group of them, roaming around the building, is out of the question.

Up a flight of stairs we went, and down a darkened corridor, pausing before the last door at the end of the hall. I opened the door and stepped aside to allow Jade to enter. She flipped the light switch while I shut the door behind us. As I turned around, I was shoved roughly against the door. I flashed my fangs at her and growled, to which she recoiled slightly at.

The brunette gave a small smile. Long fingers grabbed at the side of my head and pulled me down, Jade crashing her painted lips roughly upon my own. Her hands drifted upward to my still wet hair and tugged at the strands, pulling my head back and exposing my throat.

As her lips grazed the skin above my collar bone, I grabbed her arms and spun the two of us around. Jade gasped in surprise at the sudden change of position.

"A little warning would have been nice," she sighed in between kisses.

"I like spontaneity, though," I grinned. I trailed my lips down her jawline, to the hollow of her throat. I inhaled deeply and nipped at the flesh. Jade dug her nails into my shoulder. I can practically taste her. I traced my tongue up her throat, kissing and biting the whole way, relishing the sounds escaping her lips.

I her hands travel up, but they weren't on me. I thought nothing of it and closed what little distance there was between us, deepening the kiss. Her hands moved around my neck. Jade's body tensed around me.

Her fist slammed down on the back of my neck, and I stumbled backward, howling in pain. I collapsed onto the couch on the opposite side of the room and struggled to raise my arm in order to tear out whatever she had stabbed me with, the skin on my palm blistering as it made contact.

"Iron," I hissed and reached for a throw pillow. I gripped the small mass and attempted to use it as a glove, but my arm just wouldn't raise. I was weak enough already, but this made it worse. I really was helpless.

"Yes, Adrian, iron. See, from spending so much time around my Master, I learned what your weaknesses are."

"Your Master?" I croaked.

Her expression turned dark. "Surely you remember him. Riggs?"

I glowered at her. "You're one of the idiots that were in Fangtasia that day," I said angrily, remembering passing her on the way to get to an injured Eric. I should have known it was her! "Why are you doing this?"

"You killed Riggs! You ruined my fucking life, you don't deserve to—"

The door burst open suddenly from behind her, the wooden mass torn from its hinges and thrown into her body. The sudden impact cause her to fall to the ground. I glanced up at the figure in the doorway.

Defeated, I mumbled, "Help me, please."

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