I saw the booth next to theirs with an open curtain, and I figured that if I acted like I belonged, then I could snag a seat and use my powers to hear what they were saying. Perfect!
I swiped my refilled drink, remembered who was paying for it, and turned back to the bartender. "That's it for me, but… make sure you get a hundred-dollar tip. K?" He gave me a knowing smirk and nodded in thanks.
I swayed my way over to the booth. A few idiots tried to stop me, calling out to me for a good time, but I just flicked them off as I slid into the booth and shut the curtain.
An irritated growl came from the other side before I heard a familiar chuckle. "How about we just cut to the chase. Bricks here gets a little testy about small talk." I heard someone cracking their knuckles, and while I couldn't see him, I could picture it. Bricks sitting there with his scarred face frowning, giving off a menacing vibe next to Pumpkins' easy seductive smile.
A call came from the curtain followed by the click-clacking of heels, a whistle came out in appreciation. "I expected more from the VP and loyal Enforcer of the Moon Raiders." This voice had a low, slimy feeling to it. Like the notes slinked into my ear, accosting the canal. I resisted the sudden urge to clean them out. If I had to take an educated guess, I would think this voice belonged to Killian.
I leaned closer as he continued, "Such spoil sports. Sharing a woman between us can solidify trust and friendship." I could hear the disappointment in his voice, but it seemed the wolves weren't having it. "I guess vampire women are not to your taste." Another growl sounded at his joke before he barked out, "Eloise, leave. Your services will not be needed."
A feminine huff sounded before the rustle of the curtain. "Now back to business. I know we have had our fair share of bad blood in the past."
"If you mean trying to take and drug up two of our females in order to force them to work for you, then yes. We have bad blood." Pumpkin's voice was controlled and smooth, but I sensed the rage underneath the facade. Then why would they entertain this meeting with someone so despicable?
Killian scoffed. "That was ages ago. You were all just young pups recently formed. You should count it as a testament to your resilience and impenetrable strength in protection!" I could tell even in the next booth that the two wolves did not see it that way, but his arrogant voice continued anyways.
"Come full circle, it's for that reason that I contacted you for the meeting. We all know that the Moon Raiders are vicious at their protective services. Collecting all the most unhinged, broken wolves and making leadership so tight no one can infiltrate." He took a big breath before he lowered his voice, "You see, I have some precious-"
The curtain to my booth was shoved open, lights from the dance floor dancing along the features of the man before me. His tall frame towered over me, and when the lights flashed just right, I could see the slicked-back, ashy-white hair with blood-red eyes looking down at me. "Awe, are you for me, little doe?" His voice was smooth and practiced as he enunciated each syllable to perfection.
I tried to recover as quickly as I could, but he slid into the booth with the speed of light, settling up close to me. Vampire.
Now that he was close, I could see his ghostly pale skin and chiseled features. His hair was in place, his razor-sharp fangs twinkled as he unbuttoned his suit jacket to get comfortable. Everything about him screamed money and perfection. Everything but that two-hole tattoo that was clearly on his neck. The tattoo symbolizes being in the vampire gang in prison.
"I told him not to do anything special but look at you." His blood-red eyes traveled down my body with a savage hunger that burned my skin wherever it landed. "He stepped up his game and got me something much better than the trollops he tries to appease me with."
He ran a chilly finger down my shoulder, and I uncontrollably shuttered. There was something about this man that screamed menacing with a promise of bloody violence. "Are you scared of me, love?"
I sat up, tilting my head as I slid a cocky smile across my face. "Oh, no. I was just startled. I think I must be in the wrong booth." I went to scoot out, trying to escape this psycho's company.
He just zoomed over to the other side and smiled again. "But I was just getting to know you." Then he pounced on me, grabbing my wrists and slamming my back into the booth as he caged me in with his arms and legs. "I can't possibly let anyone else have this delectable dessert."
I stayed still as his hands squeezed harder on my wrists. His fangs popped out as he nuzzled my neck, but instead of it feeling fun and sexual, like with Pumpkin, this felt like a show of force and domination. "Don't you know I'm an important man. If you please me, I can give you all the money in the world… Well, that's if you live after this."
He reared his head up to bite, and I knew this was my moment. I had only a second to act, and I quickly bent my head down and slammed it upward. Pain exploded in the back of my skull where I slammed into his jaw, but I felt him let go of my wrists, and I bolted.
I heard a muffled curse as I scrambled out of the booth. I needed to lose him, and quickly.
I looked at the dance floor full of bodies, and I made my way over to them. I pushed and shoved my way, ducking underneath some of them just to really lose him. After a few minutes, I popped up to see if I lost him, but I found him shoving couples out of the way.
It was just my luck that he looked up at the same time, his face scrunched up in fury, and our eyes collided. He zeroed in on me. I turned to leave, trying to get away as fast as I could, but I quickly felt a hand yank my head back.
He grabbed my face and lifted me up to his level. "You think you can get away from me?! You are just a doll I can stick my dick and fangs into. Do you hear me?! Nothing else!" He smashed his lips to mine. When I recoiled in disgust, he bit my bottom lip to keep me in place. A coppery taste bloomed on my tongue, and I instantly knew something terrible would happen.
He immediately dropped me, his eyes widened in shock as I saw the red irises bleed out, consuming the whites of his eyes as the first sign of bloodlust set in. I scrambled on my hands and knees, desperately trying to get away from the vampire that just tasted siren blood. Blood so addictive it made them go crazy.
I was kicked and stepped on as I crawled on the floor, but I knew if I stood up, he would find me, take me, and I would never see the light of day again.
I heard a roar behind me, and I knew he finally snapped out of it when I heard him bellow, "Siren!"
Somehow, I made it back to the booth area, and I jumped into the nearest one, trying to think about how I would get myself out of here.
What is she doing here?
I heard his unspoken words, and I turned to see the mountain man, Bricks, alone in the booth.
I scrambled up into his lap, instinct driving me as my mind told me,safe. He was safe.
