Savior

Evelyn6

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I hop out of the shower into humid, foggy bathroom and wrap the towel around my body. I take a washrag and wipe a couple of swipes across the mirror until I get a good view of myself. As expected, I am absolutely glowing. My once pale skin now looks warm, flushed, or even bronzed. All of the following could be adjectives for me right now. I look as if I have a full set of make up on. My face contoured and highlighted in all the right places and my lips are naturally blush pink. I smile, my perfectly set teeth are glowing bright white now. My dark brown hair falls around my waist in ringlets from the showers water. Dropping my towel, I take in my newly shaped body. My stature has taken to the hourglass shape with D cup breasts to match and a toned stomach. I laugh and how weak I must’ve looked only two hours ago before my adventure. Yes, I am psychotic but what about all the murders that get away with their crimes because they’re good at lying and hiding? f**k it. I’m only picking off the bad, and the wives get the insurance money. So, therefore, for me it’s a win-win situation. Beautiful with a hint of redemption. Only right now, there’s only one man I want to be on my knees praying to. Desperation floods my senses, and I try to swallow it down quickly. No! I cannot and will not have him, I tell myself, he isn’t deserving of such fate. My gaze flicks to my eyes as I brace myself in the mirror. They will continue to stay this hazy purple until I get off my binge again. The thought of starving myself causes me to wince. I don’t want to go back to that girl, never again, I love the way I’m feeling right now. I can sense in the back of my mind that I will later bare the weight of that man’s death, just as I did the entire cult I slaughtered. Right now, I will enjoy my high but later I will suffer. Maybe not physically but mentally, I will condemn myself for the monster I am. I am what people these days would call a vampire, or a demon. I don’t require blood to survive, but it helps me stay healthy and young. I don’t necessarily need to kill but the lives I take fuel me more than letting them live. It’s a complicated situation that I really try not to think about. My ex-owner, you could say, is the one that changed me into a vampire. He got bored of my human form and one day decided to make the completion. He had beaten me to an inch of my life and as I lay there praying the internal bleeding would kill me, he changed me. That’s a corny way to put it, but it’s the short version of what happened. I cut his symbol out of me the day I left and swore to never again bare any others mark. I will hold true to that promise but that doesn’t mean I have to stay celibate.

I laugh at the thought of eventually breaking the bond with him and how much it will hurt us both. Of course, it is a double edged sword, but I will get to watch his pain through my own eyes as I take back my control. The question is, with who do I take it back with? My mind immediately ventures to Heath. He has no idea of what kind of bond has started to form between the two of us thought I desperately wish to bring it to light. It would help me more than it would him and I just can’t be that selfish. I know he would beg for it because he is human and that’s their instinct with demons like me. My aura itself in that light can bring him to his knees and let me have my way with him. I love a dominant man, but I also enjoy watching them fall to me, it’s sick I know. Suddenly, a heartbeat hammering against someone’s chest has me breaking free from my thoughts. I realize that I am still standing here naked with my towel pooled around my feet. I turn to see Jesse staring at me from the bathroom door with her mouth open. “What the f**k b***h?” She exclaims taking my body in and finally finding my face.

“What?” I laugh out loud as I throw the towel in the hamper and brush by her. I don’t miss her heart rate pick up even more, threatening to beat out of her chest. “Sorry, I know I took too long in the shower, but someone spilled their drink in my hair earlier.”

I can tell she’s got multiple questions running through her brain that I don’t want to answer. Surprisingly, she asks none of them and plops down in the chair beside me. “You’re fine, but I got worried when I couldn’t find you. They’re shutting the club down early tonight.”

“Why?” I exclaim while turning around and giving her my full attention. I was excited to get out on the dance floor and show my stuff. Yes, I’m conceited but what the f**k ever right?

She arches a perfect eyebrow at me like I’m an i***t. “Did you not hear all the commotion?” I shrug at her and shake my head assuming someone got in a fight and was thrown out. “One of the girls walked out back to smoke and found a dead body. Apparently, he was f****d up really bad because she wouldn’t stop screaming. Poor thing came in soaked in blood and fainted.”

I silently curse myself for not being more careful and cleaning up after myself. I do NOT need this making the news, he will find me that way. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Jesse. You know the s**t that goes on around this club; you aren’t blind, and neither am I.” I state nonchalantly.

She sits quietly for a second, I can practically hear the thoughts attempting to piece together in her brain. “Weren’t you the last to see him though? I’m sure the cameras were rolling but did you notice anything strange when you left him?”

I laugh and shake my head at her. “Unless you count a strange looking d**k then no. He whipped it out and I told him to get lost. He got pissed off and left to go to his car, so I came inside. That’s when someone spilled their stupid drink on me, and I had to take a shower. I bet you he owed someone money and that’s why he was so uptight.” I lie my ass off without any remorse, even though I absolutely cared for this woman. She’s been there for me through a lot of s**t even though she has no idea the s**t I’ve been through. She’s never asked, and I’ll never tell.

“I bet you’re right. I’m sorry you had to deal with a loser like that, sis, I hate that.” She sounds truly remorseful; it almost makes me jealous. I miss being so innocent and emotional, but that was ruined long ago. I would give anything in this world to have that part of myself back.

I sigh and wrap my arms around her lovingly, trying my hardest to ignore the sweet smell of her skin. “I love you so much, you’re the best.”

“I love you most, sis.” She sighs, wrapping her long arms around mine and closing her eyes. If I’m going to live my life then I’m going to have to be more careful in my lifestyle choices, I tell myself. As always Jesse succeeds in helping me relax more than a Xanax could and that’s never changed. Suddenly the locker room door is yanked open, and we both jump to see who the f**k it is.

To my amazement, Dante, the club’s owner is standing in the doorway with his chest heaving with fast breaths. Sweat mixed with his natural scent smack me in the face causing me to wince with need. f**k, he’s sexy as hell. I have known for a while that Dante owns this place along with Heath, but you almost never see them together or here at the same time. Yet here he is in all his glory suffocating me in this little room. From Jesse’s tensed composure I can tell he’s affecting her the same way. Shocking, her panties being in a bunch, never. I realize I’m still partially naked as he eyes me up and down hungrily. Raising my chin, I arch an eyebrow at him. “Is there a problem Dante?”

“Heath wants to see you two right away,” He demands. “Oh, and please put some damn clothes on he needs to focus.” He throws that statement over his shoulder as he walks out as if he wasn’t just eyeing me like candy right before that fell out of his mouth. f*****g hypocrite.

I shrug on my shirt and jump into my sweatpants while trying to dry my hair out with the towel. Multitasking at it’s finest crosses my mind making me laugh out loud, Jesse looks at me like I’m a mad woman, oh if she only knew. “Are you like, okay?”

“Oh, I’m great. I’m starving to be honest and sleepy, does that count?” I say back as I throw my s**t into my dance bag. I plan on leaving as soon as Heath is done talking to me, f**k staying here for any longer, I need some d**k. And being here surrounded by p***y that’s not getting d**k is not my forte right now.

She shrugs and goes to get dressed herself, “I’m a little hungry, but I’m just worried about the man out back. What if he had a family?”

“Then one happy wife is going to be less miserable Jesse.” I groan. “She gets his life insurance and gets rid of a cheating son of a b***h. That sounds like a happy life to me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m going to get ready then probably head home, I’m pretty tired sis. See you tomorrow?” She asks not looking at me.

I know she’s worried right now because she sees the innocent side of things. She hasn’t been forced to see the worst in people like I have, and for that I am thankful. It’s like having a version of myself but without me in it. It soothes me in a weird way that I don’t understand. “Yeah, I should be here. I’ll let you know if I remember, okay?” She nods and I lean down to hug her one last time before exiting the room. I’m going to have to hold on to myself because being in the same room as him is going to make matters worse. Especially since he doesn’t understand, and I know I can never expect him to. I know who he is and what he does for a living, in the past couple of days I did my research. It didn’t take long to follow the long trail before it led me back to him, Dante, and this f****d up club. I know I need to tread carefully, and I am aware I need to leave. But leaving Jesse and my apartment behind sends a pain through my chest that I try to get away from. How silly of me to think that I could settle anywhere and break my rule, never get close. I’ve broken everything and unsurprisingly f****d things up, AGAIN. Story of my life.

I stomp my way up the stairs to the extra VIP balcony where I see Heath sitting, waiting on my arrival. I suck in a breath, knowing that it’s going to have to be my last for an hour or so.