It wasn't fair that he looked so good in leather. When I'd returned from the bathroom, it had been to the vampire in black, leather pants and a suit-like button-up shirt and tie. An odd combination, I'll admit, but somehow fitting. Perhaps it was just his personality, but Isaac seemed to fit into any style he chose to wear.

I however, felt ridiculous. My pants seemed, literally, painted on like I'd been dipped in glossy black latex, my breasts were prominently displayed in a suedo-corset, and my make-up was dark and alluring. I looked like a completely different person.

Granted this girl was admittedly attractive. It didn't make me feel any better though.

Isaac crossed his arms to look over his work, smirking at my open-mouthed reaction. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." I murmured eyeing my glossy black legs and hoping the material wouldn't split or simply explode off of me.

"Then let's do this." He offered me his arm and, with a deep breath, I took it.

The car ride there wasn't long. The club was located in the next town over in their warehouse district. It was a popular place for this particular group of freaks, but not too well known in the surrounding area. According to Isaac, one needed to be invited before you could even get in, but Colette had provided the necessary documentation, so it wouldn't be a problem.

"What did she do?" I asked as we were pulling into the warehouse near this club. It had been converted into a parking garage of sorts to keep cars out of sight.

Isaac glanced my way, pulling into a spot close to the exit, then killed the engine and turned to face me.

"The girl I've been sent to take care of goes by the name Dahlia, born Alexis Harper. She's 26 years old and became a shadow when she was 16. Her master was a relatively young vampire named Samuel." He sighed, "She killed him about two months ago by burning his home down around him while he slept. It was during the day, so he had no way to recover after the fire and met the final death short after."

"But," I frowned, "You can go in the sun Isaac. Why couldn't he?"

"According to Colette," he continued over me, "She has since made herself a nuisance by kidnapping and killing travelers and certain friends, to sell to other young vampires she met through Samuel. We would have overlooked her murdering Samuel, he was young and stupid after all, but she's drawing attention to herself now and the others have gotten restless."

"So she's hurting people?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied slowly, watching my face for a reaction.

"Alright, then." I opened my door at that and stepped out. Isaac met me beside the door, closing it behind me. When I moved to walk forward however, he pinned me up against the car.

"You need to understand your part tonight, Mira." He said, his tone hard. "I didn't bring you along just to look tempting."

"I've told you I'm going to help, Isaac, what more do you want?"

The vampire smirked. "I've told you that this was a fetish club, so once inside you will take on the role of my submissive. You will not argue with me, in fact it would be best if you seemed cowed by anything I tell you. You will not complain when I touch you and you will not speak to me the way you do now."

"And how will I speak to you then?" I asked, arching an irritated brow.

"Strictly yes and no Sir's. Remember, Mira, inside this place, you are mine. She has to believe it and so do they. I'm going to make you uncomfortable, but you have to take it, do you understand? If she doesn't take the bait, this was all pointless."

"What exactly am I getting into?" I asked, feeling the first real tugs of nerves in my gut. "Why did you need a partner for this one?"

At that, Isaac chuckled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face, "I have been told that Dahlia gets a certain…thrill from couples. To get her attention, you will be my date."

"How far are you planning on taking this?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him in suspicion.

He only shrugged, "As far as necessary."

Wonderful, I thought, That answered nothing.

Isaac inhaled slowly, though he didn't need the air and offered me his arm. "Shall we then?"

I took a moment to glare at him, just to get it out of the way, and looped my arm in his. I told myself that after this was done, I would have the time in the world to kill him for whatever he planned on putting me through. It seemed though, that the stone resolve I'd had earlier was quickly melting away the closer we can to the entrance.

A bulky, gladiator of a man stood in front of the door, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, though it was nearly midnight. When he saw us he held up a hand and slid the glasses down the bridge of his nose to look us over.

"Can I help you?" he asked, focusing on me in particular. I felt naked in these ridiculous clothes, even with Sanura's knee-length leather coat, but that was probably the point. My hair had been drawn back in a complicated knot on the back of my head, with a small shock of dark curls that hung down around my left shoulder. Seeing the bouncer's attention, Isaac's cool finger slid around the back of my neck possessively and he offered the man a less than friendly smile.

"You can open the door and let us inside." He said. His voice had gone from playful to hard as he slipped into his Dom persona. It made me wonder if he had done this before, than shake off the thought, because I really didn't want to know.

"That so?" the bouncer pushed his sunglasses back into place and crossed his arms over his massive chest. He was trying to look intimidating, and didn't like that Isaac seemed unaffected. Granted the vampire could rip him in half with the effort it took to tear paper, but he didn't know that.

Isaac reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and held up a slip of folded paper. "If you would be so kind."

Seeing the paper, the guy scowled. He took another long look at me, than jabbed his thumb behind him at the warehouse door.

"Get your freak on." He said to me and I ducked down my head, letting Isaac lead me inside.

Inside was dimly lit hallway with a receptionist of sorts. Seeing us she smiled and click-clacked forward in 6-inch red heels. She was dressed much like me, in a dark blue corset and a black skirt that looked more like a belt than anything else.

"You're new." She smiled taking the paper that Isaac offered and reading over it quickly. Her eyes snapped back up to him then scanned me and she grinned. "But entirely welcome."

Her attention remained on Isaac after that, as if I wasn't there. "Can I take your coats?"

"Only this one." Isaac replied and released the back of my neck. After a moment, I realized they were both starring at me and I blushed.

"Well?" he prompted, arching a brow. I quickly unbuttoned the thing and handed it over to the woman. She folded it over her arm with a smirk than looked back to Isaac.

"She seems uncomfortable."

The vampire chuckled, taking hold of the back of my neck again. "It's good for her." He replied. "How else will they learn?"

The receptionist laughed. "Well I wish you luck in training her. It can be such a hassle."

Isaac stroked my cheek like I was a dog and his smile became wicked. "I quite enjoy the process actually. They always fight so hard in the beginning." He took my chin and forced me to look at him, "This one especially. I will enjoy breaking her."

The receptionist's eyes gleamed at that and she reached into the front of her corset to present him with a sleek, black business card.

"Well, should you ever wish to play with something that knows the rules, I am always available."

He took the card, glancing up at her and handed it to me. Not knowing what else to do with the thing, I slipped it into his jacket pocket, which seemed to please him.

"I'm not sure you could handle me, Margret." I watched a shiver pass down her spine when he said her name and resisted the urge to vomit. Margret however, straitened, giving him a far too inviting smile and licked her lips.

"You'd be surprised."

With that, Isaac grinned and Margret turned to hang my coat in closet behind her desk. I let Isaac grab my neck again and lead me down the hall toward a door. The closer we came, the louder the pulse of bass was from inside.

"Are you ready?" he asked me softly. I didn't hesitate to answer.

"No."

And then we were inside.

I'm not sure what I expected, but it hadn't been this. The warehouse was two levels from where I could see. The first of which had been converted into a large dance floor, with booths placed along its outer edge. Scattered throughout the dance floor were large glass boxes and as we came closer I realized there were people inside.

The one closest to us encased a woman of about 30. She was naked, or at least would have been if not for the artistically applied black and silver latex paint. Her arms had been bound behind her back from the wrists to her elbows with black satin, forcing out her breast, and her legs were spread wide by a thick metal bar cuffed to her ankles. A dark rubber ball had been strapped into her mouth, forcing it wide open and another dark satin ribbon had been knotted around her head as a blindfold.

Seeing my horrified expression, Isaac chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. "It's considered an honor for a slave to be placed in one of those." He said next to my ear so that I could hear over the booming trip-hop music. "It is a punishment of humiliation for the slave. Should she fall, or beg to be released, she has failed her master and will likely be discarded."

"And you know this because?"

The vampire only laughed and squeezed my shoulder, continuing into the club. There was a bar near the back, done up in red neon lights and glossy black marble. The male bartenders were dressed in tight-fitting latex tuxes, the girl in a tight rubber nurses uniform. Isaac found us a booth near the bar and had me sit while he went to grab us drinks. I was starting to think this job would require copious amounts of alcohol, so I was thankful.

While he was gone, I tried my best not to be completely terrified by my surroundings, but the more I saw, the worse it got. There was a stage at the front of the dance floor, though it wasn't used for bands. Instead, I sported a number of odd looking machines and tools that made it look like a public torture chamber. As I watched, one man was led onto the stage on his hands and knees by a tall, strict looking woman in a suit. She tugged harshly at the chain leash around his neck and barked a command I couldn't hear from across the room. The man stood slowly, keeping his head bowed, and placed both hands behind his neck. A pair of assistants moved forward, rolling a large metal frame around him and lifted his arms up to cuff him from the chains that dangled from its top. They pulled the chains up until the man was on his toes and backed away, heads down like his.

His mistress (or that's what I assumed she was to him) moved close to whisper something into the man's ear that made him shudder, then stepped behind him to search the cart of tools there. Choosing a short whip-like thing, with multiple ends, she snapped it once beside him and smiled. A cheer went through the crowd when she slashed it down across his back, but no matter how many times she whipped him, he never cried out. Simply winced and stood tall.

"Enjoying the show?" Isaac startled me as his slid into the booth beside me, handing me a glass of something amber. Finally able to tear my eyes from the stage, I downed the thing in one gulp and set it back on the table, shuddering at the burn as it trailed down my throat and spread into my chest. Arching a brow, Isaac handed over his own drink and leaned back to watch me.

"Is this legal?" I asked, sipping at his drink. I felt like I'd slipped into a nightmare. The vampire however nodded, with a smile.

"He has fully consented to anything she asks of him, if that's what you're asking. Why?" he pinched my cheek teasingly, "Are you too vanilla for all of this? Does it frighten you?"

I swatted away his hand with a scowl "Can we just get this over with so I can get home and scrub my brain?"

"Don't over-exaggerate." Isaac scoffed, hailing one of the women dressed as a nurse. "It isn't that bad."

"Sure." I said, and looked back up at the bar where the man had been turned around and bent forward over another bar. His pants were also gone now and the woman was…my eyes shot wide and I scooted close to Isaac as he ordered more drinks.

"Is she..?"

He glanced up at the stage and laughed, "Looks like."

I watched in horror as she fitted herself with large black object and stepped up behind him.

"In front of everybody?"

"Seems so." He said.

I downed the rest of Isaac's drink, whiskey I believed, and shook my head at the burn. "Oh my god."

I decided to avoid looking at the stage after another cheer went through the crowd, and instead focused on the round of drinks the waitress was bringing us. It wasn't until I finished half of my third one that Isaac finally spoke.

"Now, this is the part you aren't going to like." Isaac said, taking a drink of his whiskey and watching me over the rim.

"Why's that?" I frowned.

"I want you to sit over my lap." He said, completely strait faced, but for a moment I didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. It seemed so ridiculous.

"Like…"

"Like, come here and straddle me as a good little submissive would when she's told."

I smiled at him and sipped at my drink, swallowing passed the unpleasant burn. "Let me tell you the reasons that's not going to happen-"

Before I could launch into my speech however, Isaac grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him. One arm slipped under my knee and he dragged me up onto his lap so that I was facing him and straddling his legs. My eyes went wide, and I looked around as if someone might catch us and disapprove, but I had forgotten where we were. There was far worse going on in this club.

"You agreed to this, remember." The vampire said, holding my thighs so that I couldn't wriggle off of him. "I told you, you wouldn't want to do this, but you insisted." One hand skimmed up my thigh to my hip and he pulled me down, forcing me to grind against him. "Do you still want to prove yourself to me?"

"So this is punishment?" I asked pushing against his chest with no result, "You're trying to make this hard for me now?"

He grinned wickedly, tilting his head. "If I wanted to make it hard, I'd tell you to lose the shirt as well."

"No." I said flatly, scowling at his innuendo, and he shrugged.

"Then be thankful."

I glared at the empty seat beside us, holding onto his shoulders for balance. "Shouldn't we be looking for this girl?"

Isaac, curling his fingers around the back of my neck, chuckled and turned my head back to face him. "She's standing at the bar watching us right now."

I looked across the small stretch of dance floor between us and the red-neon lit bar. There were too many people to tell which he meant, but Isaac pulled me down again, speaking into my ear.

"Pink and black hair, short little get-up." He pressed his cheek to mine, petting my hair like some sort of dog. "The one making eyes at us."

This time I spotted her, wearing an unbelievably short purple dress and black stockings. Her makeup was dark and severe, but fitting, contrasting with skin paler than my own. She nearly looked as dead as Isaac. When she caught my stare, a sultry smile curled her deep red lips and she winked. Isaac pulled away from me to gaze at her. It must have come off as an invitation because she waved goodbye to the woman she'd been talking with and made her way toward us.

"What do I do?" I asked, beginning to panic. The whiskey was starting to take effect as well and seemed to amplify everything around me. Including, unfortunately, the feel of Isaac beneath me.

"Follow my lead, try not to say much. Remember, you're my plaything in here, act accordingly."

I hated that word. More so that it had been used to describe me so many times since moving in with Isaac.

"I haven't seen you here before."

When I heard her voice, low and seductive, I couldn't force myself to look up, so instead I leaned my forehead against Isaac's shoulder, pretending to be absorbed in him. Isaac played along, lifting my wrist and kissing my scar, sending a spark of feeling through me. It was startling how easily he could evoke such things from his bites, and the whiskey wasn't helping me ignore it.

"Were we that obvious?" he asked.

The girl laughed, soft and throaty, slipping into our booth beside Isaac. "I have a mind for faces, that's all." I felt her fingers brush down my hair and touch my shoulder, and had to fight the urge to recoil. "My name's Dahlia. And you?"

"Mira." I said, voice wavering just enough that she must have known I was uncomfortable. "This is Isaac."

"It's a pleasure." She smiled. I didn't like the way she was eyeing me in particular. To distract myself, I nuzzled into Isaac's throat, nipping the flesh there. The vampire's soft chuckle rumbled up into my chest and he pulled me back to stroke his thumb across my lower lip.

"Patience, love, I'll play with you later." I pouted, drawing his thumb into my mouth, enjoining the brief flash of surprise on his face. He recovered quickly enough. "We have company now. Wouldn't you like to get to know her?"

Keeping my pout, I sighed and slid off his lap to put distance between me and the freaky shadow. "You promised not to tease me."

Isaac lifted my chin with a smile, leaning in to brush a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "When have I ever kept that promise?" When he pulled back to face Dahlia, her eyes were shining with something that said she was enjoying our little show. "You must forgive her. She's new to all of this I'm afraid."

"She's adorable." The shadow scanned me slowly then turned to Isaac, touching his arm, "But you are interesting. I don't see many of your kind here."

"My kind?" he asked watching her fingers slide down his bicep and back, then reached out to squeeze my thigh so I'd know I hadn't been forgotten.

Dahlia smiled brightly, looking around before leaning closer to speak softly. "I know what you are." Her hand moved to his side and slipped around to test the flat plane of his stomach, "I could tell when you first walked in here. Your kind always gives off a certain…glow."

Isaac arched a brow, taking her hand and lifting it off his shirt, "And what am I?"

She smiled wider, leaning in to speak into his ear, though I could still hear her.

"Vampire. And she…" her hand moved across him to touch my throat above my scar, "She is your shadow."

For a long moment, Isaac only stared at her. He still held her wrist and must have tightened his grip because Dahlia whimpered, but she didn't try to pull away.

"It's alright!" she said quickly, leaning forward to relieve the pressure on her wrist. "I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise! I'm a shadow too."

Isaac's cold expression didn't fade and he tightened his hold on her until she gasped. "I don't smell your master."

"He isn't here." She said, "I'm all alone."

At that, Isaac grinned and he released her, "And is your master a jealous man?"

She rubbed her wrist, but gave him an inviting smile, "Not so much these days. Sometimes I think I might as well just move on."

"Is that so?" the vampire leaned back in the booth, letting her mold to his side, reaching up to brush the pink hair from her face. "Mira."

I jumped at his hard tone, irritated that he wasn't even looking at me. In fact, like with the receptionist, they pretended I wasn't even there. How did these girls do this? I would go insane being treated like a thing.

"Bring our new friend something to drink, will you?" he smirked, "make it something sweet."

"Sure." I sighed and began sliding from the booth, but he snatched up my arm and dragged me back, twisting it painfully.

"What was that?"

I only stared at him in shock for a moment, before I remembered who I was supposed to be and tried my best to seem sorry. "Y-yes sir." I said and he released me while Dahlia hid her snicker.

"Good girl."

I resisted the urge to smash my whiskey glass into his face and hurried toward the bar, downing the rest of it. On the way there, I was fondled by multiple, faceless people, and even had my hair pulled. I fought my way through the pawing herd to the bar and took a moment to collect myself once I'd reached it.

The bartender who approached me was young and attractive, with blonde hair and dark blue eyes, but I just couldn't take him seriously in the latex tux. It was too ridiculous.

"I need another whiskey and something girly." I said, "Preferably sweet."

He looked at me a moment, then arched a brow in suspicion. "Can I see some id?"

Ws he kidding? Sure I was only 19, but this was stupid considering the illegal activities running rampant in this place. I however did my best not to explode at him.

"Look," I began with a heavy sigh, "I don't exactly have anywhere to keep my wallet and if I don't bring him a drink he's gunna…"I made my voice catch, pulling on a fearful expression for the guy's benefit. "Please." I urged, "He'll hurt me."

The bartender groaned, rolling his eyes and reached down to grab glasses. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. English guy's tab right?"

I nodded, releasing a breath as if relieved. "Thank you!" I climbed up into the bar stool and kissed his cheek, though he pulled away quickly. I was overplaying it, but I was also a little drunk now. I couldn't help myself.

When I came back with the drinks, Dahlia was moaning against Isaac's mouth, eyes closed, and looking almost pained. I stared for a long moment, not knowing what else to do. Isaac, still kissing the shadow hungrily, looked up at me. I arched a brow and sighed, then slugged the whiskey in my hand.

Isaac fisted Dahlia's hair and pulled her back enough to smile at her. His other hand slipped out from under the table and I couldn't help the shock that he'd gotten into her pants so quickly. Then again, we were in a this crazy nightclub, it couldn't be that hard.

"I'll go get a room key." She said breathily, trying to kiss him again, but Isaac pulled just out of her reach with a chuckle.

"You do that."

When he let go of her she looked disappointed but caught sight of me and smiled again. I watched her slide out of the booth and handed over her drink without a word. Dahlia smiled and stepped closer than I would have liked.

"Mmm, thank you." She said and leaned down to brush a kiss over my lips. I just froze, I couldn't help myself.

This seemed to amuse her though, and she giggled, downing her fruity sugar-coated drink and disappearing into the crowd.

"Um…what's happening?" I asked while Isaac straitened his shirt again. It had come unbuttoned and before he closed it up, I spotted a row of deep red nail marks. The fact that they were still there, was a testament to Dahlia's intensity.

"She's invited us downstairs." He said with a wicked grin.

"Just like that?" I asked, "What was your pick-up line?"

"Something to the effect of 'my girl and I would love to have a threesome with you, if you're into it.' Only, you know…more eloquent."

I sputtered on my liquor, "What?"

"I wasn't as straightforward as that, but she seemed eager enough." He grinned and pinched my cheek. "She really likes you."

I groaned, sinking down into the seat and downed the rest of my drink, praying the alcohol would help free some of my inhibitions. I had to at least pretend I was into all this.

"I'm not talking to you after this."

"You won't have to talk to me tonight." He laughed, "Just lie there and pretend I'm the greatest bloody thing you've ever had."

"We're not having sex, Isaac. You're going to kill her."

He grinned, taking my hand and helping me to my feet. "We'll just see where the night takes us."

I know this is probably riddled with spelling and gramatical errors but I only had an hour to get it posted before I had to give up my computer tonight and I wanted you all to know I haven't scrapped this story. How could I?

Anyway, this was going to be the full chapter, but it ended up being well over 6000 words, so I split it, which works better because now you get more of...(hehe) something else.

So, read, reveiw, do what you do. Let me know what you think so far of Obsidian, the fetish club!