Content Warning: Assault
I scanned the interior of the club, squinting against the flashing lights, trying to find Bree. At least, I think that was her name. Not that it mattered. She had exactly what I wanted, and she was good and drunk. I’d more than helped that along when I brought her her last cosmo.
But I needed to find her before some other guy got to her. I hated being anything other than first. Now, where the hell had she gone? I glanced across the sea of writhing bodies again. There were plenty of bitches in red, but I wasn’t seeing that little red satin dress. The one that would be so easy to untie.
A sliver of light widened into a triangle and spread across the people at at the far end of the dance floor, and a tiny figure in a tiny red halter dress stumbled drunkenly through it, but not before bouncing off the doorframe. I winced. That would likely leave a mark. I mentally shrugged. It was likely going to be one of many–particularly if she was a fighter. My cock was already half-hard at the thought.
Skirting the dance floor, and dodging waitstaff carrying trays laden with drinks, I made my way to the door Bree had disappeared through. I opened the heavy metal door and ducked inside, blinking at the the relative darkness. There was nothing but a smooth gray concrete spiral stairwell lit by emergency lighting.
“Bree?” My voice echoed through what sounded like a cavernous space even though I was trying to be quiet. “You here?”
I heard a sniffle.
“Bree?” I opened the flashlight app on my phone and scanned it above me. The stairwell was empty. I took a few steps down and rounded a curve. She slumped over on, her face in her hands. “Are you okay, baby?”
There was no answer, but I closed the space between us, sat next to her on the step, and slipped my arm around her. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
She slumped against me, her skin chilled–likely from sitting on the cement–but that wasn’t my problem. Leaning closer, I nuzzled her neck while I tugged at the ties of her dress, loosening them.
“What’ere you doin’, Chase?” she slurred, trying to lift her head.
“Shh. I just want to see how beautiful you are.”
The knot loosened, and the satin slithered down her chest, baring her breasts. God, she had great tits. I fisted my hand in her hair and yanked her head back. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, and she blinked stupidly at me.
She hadn’t let me kiss her while we were dancing, so I’d take that now, too. I crushed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue between her lips as I squeezed her breast twisting her nipple sharply.
She cried out, but my mouth muffled the sound. Then, inexplicably, I felt her smile against me.
“What? You like that?” I pinched her again–harder this time.
Instead of the pain I was anticipating, she started to laugh.
Unease slithered along my spine, and I pulled back a little. My hand still tight in her hair, I shook her. “What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?”
Her amusement faded. She lifted her head and slowly blinked at me. “Not a goddamn thing.”
As I watched, inky darkness swallowed every bit of color in her eyes. They were so glossy, I could see the reflection of my own startled expression in them. What the fuck…
Releasing her hair, I started to stand. I was down to fuck, but this was getting too weird for me. In a move so fast, I could barely register motion, and with far more strength than she looked capable of possessing, she pushed her palm into my chest and shoved me against the stairs. My back slammed into the unforgiving concrete, and she straddled my hips, her thighs like a vice around me.
I couldn’t look away from her hypnotic black eyes. It was like I was paralyzed.
“What did you put in my drink, Chase?”
I swallowed thickly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean what did you put into that last drink?”
“Jus-just something to help you relax a little.”
She stared at me, expressionless. “You do that a lot, Chase? Help women relax?”
Shivers racked my body, and I couldn’t speak.
“I bet you do.” She smiled coldly. “I bet that makes it so much easier to rape them when they’re relaxed.”
I really hated the way she stressed that word.
“Especially,” she continued, “when it makes it hard to remember your name or face the next day.”
Cold sweat popped out against my skin, and she blew a cold stream of air against the moisture above my upper lip. I still couldn’t move from where she’d pinned me against the steps.
“But we don’t have to worry about that, do we, baby?” She smiled, and while I was helpless to look away, her canines lengthened into fangs.
Terror twisted my gut as she leaned closer and closer. “I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m–”
She drove her razor-sharp fangs into my throat and swallowed greedily, hungrily. The pain was intense. And when she finally pulled back, keeping her jaw clamped tightly around my flesh, it became indescribable, but I couldn’t scream. I could only gurgle and stare at her as she delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with the pad of her thumb.
“Too late,” she whispered, sounding like she was a thousand miles away.
My vision darkened around the edges as she retied the top of her dress then stood and descended the stairs, the darkness swallowing her.
Or maybe it was swallowing me.
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