She moved easily with the beat of the music, rubbing her hips against the male behind her. She was fine when he set his hands on her waist, attempting to move with her to the pulsing hip-hop. She was fine when he pulled her closer to him and set his chin on her shoulder. But the moment he moved those hands and attempted to fondle her breast, she pulled away from him, a sneer on her pink painted lips. She took a step away from him, intent on finding a different dance partner or leaving the stage altogether, anything to keep her cover. Before she could get that far away, he'd wrapped his fingers firmly around her upper arm and tugged her back in front of him.
Snarling, Myles yanked her arm out of his hand and stepped away from him. "What do you think you're doing?!"
The man glared at her and before she could stop him jerked them both through a bright light and then into a dark corner. The light revealed dark hair and even darker eyes and skin as pale as alabaster. And fangs poking out over a thin lip. At that sight she let herself relax almost immediately and smiled up at him, as if she appreciated the show of aggression. He smiled at that and pulled her closer, dragging her into an empty booth with black, sheer curtains and into his lap. He wrapped his hand firmly around the back of her neck and dragged her forward as she straddled him then kissed her. While he held her close with one hand he slid his other up her bare thigh to grope her.
It was easy to pretend he was having an effect on her while at the same time eager to get home and wipe his touch off of her. Myles smirked against his lips when he groped her, pretending that's where she had wanted this encounter to lead in the first place and let out a small contented sigh. When he started to trail kisses down her chin and nuzzled against her neck, she waited for the first soft scrape of teeth. Another smirk formed when he did scrape his fangs against her neck and she made herself shudder. "Hey, no biting," she whispered, adding a teasing, scared tone to her voice.
"It won't hurt," he promised. Inwardly she had to give him props; if she'd been a normal human being his voice would have her giddy to the core.
"A-alright," she mumbled and tilted her head to the side, like the blood-slave he thought she was. Before she could brace herself the vampire had dug its fang into the side of her neck and shoulder. After the first one-two count of pain had passed Myles couldn't help herself as a betraying, breathy moan escaped her cold lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck she felt the first few stirrings of heat in her belly and the starting traces of dizziness from the blood loss. Tightening her grip around his neck, she reached inside her left sleeve and pulled out a small, slim spike, more of an over-sized splinter than anything. But its tip was sharp and strong.
Another strong draw from her neck had her shaking and before it was too late, Myles slammed the spike into his back and directly through his heart. "b***h!" She felt him tightened his grip in her neck in surprise and fury and one strong hand full of claws actually dug deep into her skin before she felt the life leave him and he slumped against her, pushing her back into the soft leather booth. She was still for a moment, pulling herself together before slowly and painfully removing the dead vampires teeth from her neck and pushing him back and away from her.
Slipping the splinter back into her sleeve, Myles pulled a red chip from her skirt pocket and set it softly on the table. She grabbed a napkin and pressed it against her neck. It wouldn't stop bleeding for a while, not till the venom from his fangs was gone and her new red shirt was ruined. It hurt like a b***h. Gritting her teeth, she slid out of the booth and motioned to the bartender. He grinned at her and pulled the collar of his shirt forward, speaking into the mic there. They would take the body in back and take care of it there. Nodding slightly at his wave, she turned around and headed for the exit, ignoring the curious looks from those she passed as she added more pressure to the bite and walked out the door.
The cold wind slammed into her as she wrapped herself in the long, soft black coat the bouncer had handed her on the way out. She shivered and forced herself to concentrate on getting home, keeping her dizziness at bay.
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