Savior

Heath5

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Four days…four days since my bunny escaped my grasp. Our bartender let us know that she called in sick but was indeed planning on returning. The bass from the music down below vibrates the balcony I stand on. Four nights, I have dreamed of my brunette angel in many ways than one. Some of the dreams have been full out s****l while others are more horrific than she is capable of being. They’re of her standing above a mutilated body covered in blood with her eyes crazed with violet. A wicked smile crosses her blood smeared lips as she stares at me, “Eve!” I’d always scream in each dream with no solution. I never wanted to see her that way, she’s my angel in disguise after all. After our event the other night I just want more of her; I guess you could call that an obsession. I need to know where this girl suddenly came from and why I never noticed her.

I look down and almost double take as I take in the view before me. My beautiful brunette sits atop someone’s lap as she grinds against him. Fire races though my veins as I’m forced to watch her bring another man pleasure. Her long hair is curled over her shoulder show casing her perfectly contoured body. The neon lights shine off her delicate skin and ruby red lips as she leans her head back sighing. I grind my teeth watching the man runs his hands over her hips, grabbing them and forcibly griding her on his d**k. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me, I don’t even know this girl! I have countless stories of one-night stands and encounters with bitches, she should NOT matter to me. We only had one make out session where she oddly licked my blood, that should absolutely disgust me. Why would I give a damn about her now? She must have put me under some spell that night or drugged me, something. Sensations are flooding through my body that don’t feel like my own, something is off with me tonight.

Suddenly, a pair of bright blue eyes meets my brown ones and electricity races through my body. I’m locked in, my body loses capability to move as she rocks on him while staring at me. She doesn’t look intimidated; she doesn’t look like she feels anything at all to be exact. It’s like she’s never even met me before. I know that to not be the case, I feel the connection that seems to be brewing stronger by the second. It seems like the closer we come together the stronger the feeling is, the harder it is to stay apart from her. I can’t bring myself to understand the obsession. I look away, breaking the eye contact and shrug. I can find anyone just as good as her whenever and wherever I want. And I’m going to show her, tonight, I will prove a point right here. She may think she’s got me caught up in this game, but I’m about to show her how it’s played.

Evelyn

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I pretend like he isn’t here tonight, I act like I didn’t just make eye contact with him while in a short dance. I make myself believe that I can’t hear his heartbeat or feel his breath in my head and body. I feel the connection forming and I’m already thinking of how to break it before it completes. I knew this bond could happen but most of the time it’s with lovers, not a one night accident. Usually, s*x and blood must be involved to create the bond and that’s on both sides not just mine. Considering the aspects needed, most of the time you are actually trying to form it. Of course, there are benefits for both sides of the equation but most often than not the human perishes. It’s part of being with someone you’re not supposed to, you know better, and of course someone who doesn’t deserve it get’s the brunt. You could take the dumbass under me right now in the VIP, he’s a worthless piece of s**t who really doesn’t deserve to walk this planet. He’s admitted many sins to me in just the past hour of our VIP dance. He’s killed and r***d, he’s part of the game, and the list seems to be as continued. He’s been talking nonstop about his escapades for the past thirty minutes. “…but you’d love that wouldn’t you sweetheart?”

I grind my teeth at that f*****g nickname. It brings back too many memories of my old self, my weaknesses lay out for everyone to see in this form. I hate myself. I hate the fucker below me; I want to rip his throat out and drink his essence away. It would make me feel better but in the worst way. It would bring out the worst in myself, but is that so bad? It’s what I have been created for after all, destruction. “Of course,” I reply, letting the sweetness thicken in my voice like honey. Before I can stop the words from coming to life they’re escaping from my lips, “We could pop out the back door for a couple of minutes and I could show you a couple of my secret tricks. What do you think about that sweetheart?”

I copy his rancid nickname as I try to lure him in. I let my aura wrap around us both, making it harder for him to deny me his life. I want everything this son of a b***h has to offer and that’s got nothing to do with his d**k. I’ll cut the damn thing off and feed it to him before I ever fell victim to it. Never again. He smirks, thinking he tricked me with his useless game. “Let’s go, sweetheart, afterwards we’ll see if you can walk to dance on stage.”

I shrug, freely laughing knowing what he anticipates. Too bad he’ll never feel that sensation again. Jesus, what’s happened to me? Blood, his blood, is what happened to me and there’s no way to withdrawal or come back from this. It’s over. Without him, my control will be no more, and I need to eventually accept that. Sometimes there’s a soul mate for someone that they can’t deny and for me it’s some cocky motherfucker that own’s a club. He has no idea what he’s truly in for whenever I’ve finally had enough.

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I lick my lips clean as my newest kill slumps to the ground beneath me. He was too easy, fooled by a crazy b***h on her knees. I smirk, a w***e who died with his pants around his ankles, typical man for you. I stand, cherishing the memory of his final moments. I sank to my knees as he murmurs typical nonsense and pulls out his d**k for me. His pants sag down on his knees, and I push them down, needing them out of my way. “Get on with it,” he said impatiently.

“If you say so,” I sneer and just as he looks down at the change in my voice, I rip out his throat. He chokes, staring down at me in shock, betrayal, and fear. Who knew that little, tiny me could pull off such damage to a big old man. I mean after all; he told me to get on with it and I did that very thing. My body relishes in the warmth that spreads out to my fingers and toes, I feel so good! Mmm, f**k yes! Why have I withheld this from myself for so long?! I look down at my body expecting a crime scene on my clothes and shoes. Thankfully, I left my shoes back at the door so I can just slip my boots back on. My outfit itself is black therefore no blood can be seen. The club locker room is equipped with a shower and that is one thing I am desperate for. I nice, hot, cleansing shower. I make my way inside and take in the feeling that three energy drinks would give the normal human. f**k, I’ve missed this feeling.

A small voice in my head reminds me that I just took a life. Screaming at me that the knew bond between me and Heath only means that I need to get out of this godforsaken club. Unfortunately for Heath, my demon is too strong right now for me to deny. I really need a shower after all.