Chapter 5

The base thrummed through my body as I looked around the large club. Tonight I was in a different one, not wanting to chance meeting the Dracul Pureblood again. Sipping my single malt, I look around the club. It was warm and bodies writhed on the dance floor. My eyes honed in on the few vampire in the place. They we're young C class, and were clumsily trying to glamour their pray. It make me want to laugh.

Unlike what most people think, only A class and Purebloods can turn a human into a vampire. It had to do with a protein marker in their blood that attacked the host body. So B class and C class could feed all they wanted without worry about turning a human into a new predator.

That's when I close my eyes and reach out my senses. I had one night before I left this city. If the Elrics wanted me, they would have to find me first. Dr. Fallon may know my name, but he knew nothing else about me other than the fact I was a Phantom of the Night. So as I let my senses take in the beating hearts of the occupants of this establishment, I open my nose for the sent I wanted. It didn't take long as my eyes open with a snap and I turn to see a very nice looking man in a power suit. He must have come in here right after work. My sharp eyes focus in, he was wearing expensive clothes and a Rolex watch that gleamed with a flash under his Armani suit sleeve. But then I notice he is staring at me with a look I knew well. He wanted a one night stand. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn't be a one night stand he would remember. I smile at him invitingly as I take a sip of my whiskey. He slides from his spot and comes over.

'Hi.'

His voice was nice, young, probably a Rockie in lawyers firm, or in the ladder of a company as I smile and lay on my accent heavily, 'Hello.'

'Awe, British?'

Men were so easy to read, they loved beautiful women, and foreigners, I smile and nod my head saying, 'London to be exact.'

'I've been to London several times, beautiful place, though a little crowded.'

If he thought that was crowded he hadn't been in New York long. Bowing my head, I say, 'Yes, it can be a times. So are you new to New York?'

'Kind of, just transferred to a new branch of my pops company here in NYC.'

So he was a a rich boy's son and I could feel him checking me out as I lean my elbow on the bar and say softly, 'I see, I have a company here in town myself. Are you an executive?'

'No, not a partner yet, but I hope to be soon.' He says with a wolfish grin.

Ambitious, that made for good blood as I chuckle and say, 'Well don't tell me your father's company name or I might snap it up.'

'I'm guessing you are an executive in your company?' he says looking a bit nervous, and I could smell the alcohol on him. He had been here for some time.

Men, they didn't like powerful women and I laugh and say softly, adjusting my story, 'I wish, just a secretary for the CEO.'

I could see the relief on his face. Taking another sip of my whiskey I ask, leaning into whisper in his ear, 'Want to dance?'

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Peter, the young Rick boy's son, leaned against the wall, his eyes hazy as he whispers, 'God, this is crazy.'

The base from the club throbbed in the wall behind him as I let my pheremones flood his system as his eyes go hazier. I didn't want him to remember this any more than I did. It hadn't taken long to glamour him out onto the back alley of the club, he was a bit weak minded and it wouldn't take long to do the deed and leave.

I press him back into the wall to stabilize him. Blood letting, or feeding could leave the host dizzy and that's the last thing I wanted was for him to fall and break something. Better for him to slide down the wall. He wasn't a bad kid, just young and a bit of a brat in thinking he could have any girl. It didn't take long to read his mind and realize I would have been another notch in his proverbial belt. Leaning his head back, I hear his breathing. It was getting heavier and coming faster as if he was making out with me.

It was something our pheremones did to people, depending on what we wanted, and seduction was easier than fear and made the blood richer. I lick his now exposed neck and he jerks in surprise. His arms wrapping around me, mumbling something unintelligible. His arms were heavy, he was almost unable to hold them up around my waist.

Opening my mouth wide my gleaming long canines glint in the moon light. All my senses honed into a sharp point on his neck. It was almost like having x-ray vision, his veins popping into view, knowing my eyes looked like that of a serpent. The one thing that always betrayed us if we couldn't tap down our hunger. Everything, every sense of my body, the hum, the banshee cry of hunger, and the singing of the blood just below his skin was intoxicating.

But just as I lunge for his neck, my sharpened senses realize I'm being watched. Jerking back from my meal, feeling a primal inhuman growl escape my lips I look down the alley towards the street. My hunger screamed at me for stopping, but my mind was stronger than my last for blood. Two figures stood out, silhouettes against the street lamps.

I lifted my nose to sent the air. They weren't human, the young man who I held started to slide down the wall, arms flopping to his side. Though untouched by me, I knew my influence was too strong and he was loosing conciousness. I let him lose as he falls butt first on the ground, his head lolling as he fell into a deep sleep.

My eyes were on the two silhouettes, men, I could smell something about them. That's when I smell it. I was being hunted. Letting go of the jacket of Peter, I turn and let my senses and survival instincts take over, running for my life.