Chapter 7

SPOV

Pam was right. This was reminiscent of Fangtasia back home. The club was packed with people from wall to wall. There wasn't an inch of dance floor to be seen with all the bodies of humans and vampires a like, gyrating to the music. The rainbow lights pulsated to the beat. It had about four bars in various locations that were just as crowded as the rest of the club. The bartenders, who all looked like Calvin Klein models, were juggling bottles in a synchronized routine. The cheers were almost as loud as the music blaring from the many speakers.

We all followed Pam, who was being led by a manager to the V.I.P. section. The manager, a skinny brunette in black leggings and a halter-top, had just order the servers to kick everyone out. Her thoughts told me that they had let them use the area because it was so crowded, but now that a paying customer was there they had to go. The servers moved swiftly to clear and freshen up the area. After a couple of minutes, the manager ushered us in. The area was set to overlook the dance floor and was on the same level with the DJ. We order our first round – Royalty for the vampires and tequila shots for the rest of us – and settled in.

I stood and addressed my group. "I want to propose a toast. Although most of us have just met, I feel that this is the beginning of a long-lasting sisterhood. Let's drink and party!"

"WHOOO HOOOO!" they replied in unison and we slammed the drinks down.

Pam ordered another round while we talked and laughed together.

We had been hanging out for about 45 minutes and were on our fourth round of drinks. Some unknown British pop song came on which made us want to rip our ears off. SS actually covered her ears with her hands and said, "Is this really the type of music that these people find popular?" She was scowling as if she had just eaten something disgusting.

"I missed the old rock. I love Billy Idol." Jazz replied.

"Oh, Billy Idol. If only he was a vampire, I would so like to borrow him for a night or two." Betsy retorted. We all laughed and shook our heads in agreement.

"I met him in 85'." Rosalie added. "I joined the Mile High club with him. He was traveling to New York for a concert. It was fabulous; him and the concert." Alice and Bella were visible shocked by this confession and were giggling to themselves.

"Well, let's fix that!" Cassandra said as she rose and walked over to the DJ. She whispered to him and returned a few minutes later.

After the current noise ended, the DJ spoke over the PA, "This is for the true partiers out there. If you don't know about this, then get out of club wankers!" The beat of Rebel Yell began to play and we all screamed. We scattered from our section and made it to the dance floor. We dance and sang the lyrics as if Billy was on the floor with us. The whores from outside had finally made it in and were glaring at us as we move the music.

I was swinging my hips when I caught the stray thought, "Those bitches think their hot shit…No way…Take this…" The mouthy slut from earlier bumped into Cassandra and purposely wasted her bloody Mary over her shoulder.

"Watch it! You owe me a drink now!" she said as she bumped into her so hard that she fell into Jazz. Jazz grabbed Cassandra and inspected the damage. Cassandra didn't even get to react because she had to hold Jazz' arm so she wouldn't attack her.

"What the fuck are you doing? We haven't done anything to you." She yelled into the woman's face.

"Fuck you bitch! It's not my fault this hoe is clumsy. She better be going to get me another drink before I beat it out of her." She was bold and stupid. Always a bad combination.

Alice and Bella had grabbed Cassandra to see if they could clean up the mess in the ladies room. Rachel followed them. I grabbed hold of Jazz' arm in Cassandra's absence, trying to avoid any physical altercation. SS was on my right side, sizing up the group of women who had now begun to crowd behind their leader waiting for the word to strike. Pam, Ivy, Betsy, and Rosalie were behind us. They spoke quietly. I figured they were determining when they would step in. We all knew that if a vampire were to attack a human in public, they would have to answer to the sheriff of the area and punishment may be given. We were all here on vacation, so we couldn't risk it.

"Look. We've all had a little too much to drink. Let's call this an accident and move on." I offered. Jazz had begun to step back when the cunt pushed her. Our vampires were looking at the group with hungry eyes. SS went to help her up, but Jazz jumped up and advanced on the woman. She cocked back and punched her in the nose; the shattered bones caused blood to drip in a steady stream. The woman was more than shocked and screamed in agony. "Get em!" she commanded her posse and we were about to be force to defend ourselves. Rosalie and Betsy both tried to get to the bleeder on the floor, but Pam restrained them. "Remember what we are." She spoke softly and led the girls back to our area.

It was a fight of eight on three in the middle of the dance floor. Screams, hair, glass, and chairs flew all around us. Jazz was punching a hole in the face of the one blonde who initiated the squabble. Two of her buddies ran up to assist, but after a couple of well placed kicks from SS there were down for the count. I had my hands full with two on either side, holding my arms so a third could punch me in the stomach. Since they were all broadcasting loudly from our physical contact, I knew what they were planning. I stepped back and slammed both women into each other. Disoriented, they didn't see their third buddy swing high with a chair which connected; sending them both crashing to the ground.

She was even more pissed now that she had taken out her friends and came after me again. We battled for control of the chair. Their leader had – at some point – crawled to the closest bar, broke a stool over the bar so she could use its leg as a bat. She had just turn in our direction when Pam appeared before her. She glamoured her with a few words which the woman was forced to obey. She continued her approach, but instead of hitting or stabbing me with the makeshift bat, she swung and knocked the one I'd been wrestling with to the floor. She proceeded to do the same of the rest of her gang. We all ran back to our area and made it just as the girls emerged from the bathroom. We were gathered by the railing and watched in amusement as the same woman yelled, "I HAVE HERPES!" She dropped the stick, squatted, and pissed on the dance floor. We were speechless. The bouncers finally came and kicked their entire group out. Moments later, the police showed up and we knew it was time to go.

Pam grabbed the manager and said, "Lead my group out the back entrance. I will pay the bill and leave you something for your trouble." The woman nodded and ushered us out of the building. Pam emerged seconds later.

"That was awesome!" Rosalie shouted. "I wish I could have drained the leader."

"Me too." Pam and Betsy replied in unison which made us all laugh.

"Let's get back to the castle and continue getting drunk." I suggested. It was somewhat early still, but the excitement may have been a sign that we shouldn't have left its safety.

"No way! We're in London. I want to see Princess Di." Jazz announced. After a brief vote, we agreed and we made our way there.

Author's Notes:

As you can see, our ladies don't have any qualms about kicking some ass. It's to be expected when you have a group of exotic beauties in a place surrounded by the insecurities of non-supernaturals (i.e. humans).

Any guesses as to what they will get into next before returning to the guys? Check out the next chapter.

SPECIAL THANKS to my 'regulars' once again…yea, these ladies are crazy! ;)

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