Actions Beget Rewards
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She had found it hard to sleep that night, but like every other day, something was luring her to sleep promising something grand. It had only been a few minutes since the claws of sleep grasped her but they were fast to pull her under, powerless to struggle no matter how hard she tried. They only leave at the c***k of dawn, when the person that plagued her dreams is done with her. He was never done, there were always promises of the best that was yet to come. He was insatiable. He was all about taking.
Tips of fingers crawled across her skin, they were soft and inquisitive even though they had done the same thing countless times, they could never have enough of it like there was something new to unravel. She struggled in her sleep, the feeling of being powerless had never felt good to her, yet she could not stop the sigh of contentment that left her lips.
A soft deep chuckle sounded in her ears, it was filled with satisfaction.
She could feel her heart rate resonating in her ears. Her eyes were blinded to his sight, but her senses were heightened. She could never mistake his presence for another. He had been imprinting himself on her since the night of her eighteenth birthday. He would show her the things she would enjoy by being with him, but never his face. He'd show her an eternity of intense burning passion. She was never one to accept things she never worked for. He could read the urgency and need in her, and could hear her impatience without uttering a word. He would say
"Soon my love, soon", his voice accentuated by promises, they seemed to be tinged by an accent. Then his soft lips would descend on hers, cradling them with such gentleness, and attention like his most precious possession. The moment she awoke she forgot what his voice sounded like.
She had resisted as much as she could even though they amount to nothing, something kept telling her it was the only thing keeping her humanity. She was sure she had never met him, such a man was hard to forget. A man who had so much control over her, even if it was in her dreams. She was her paradox, wishing the day breaks to drive him away yet hoping the night stayed forever.
The chaotic music pulled Aurora from her thoughts, and Mr. Luther reminded her of the mysterious man in her dreams. Dreams are just coping mechanisms, that are unreal hence the name dream.
She spurned around the pole before gliding down it, her leg splitting apart. Compared to other strippers, her clothes were modest, yet the men could not stop themselves from chanting her name " Orella"
These men could pay millions just to see the face armored with layers of thick make-up behind the mask, and more to have her presence. She wasn't lacking in money, the chaos was enough to drive the one in her head away. Her expression was not proportional to her thoughts.
Her face hardened at the thoughts of the person who could have been bold enough to leak the engagement. She had not seen it coming. She had planned to meet an investor to finalize a deal, but the news came freshly baked very early when her workers were struggling to arrive on time to work. In the lobby, they paused their actions to chance glances at her before looking away hurriedly. She had walked away without a pause to her steps as though the protagonist was not her, her assistance tailing after in discontent.
Aurora sighed in displeasure at the thought of what the upper echelon would be talking about. It probably something along the lines of "Aurora Lucieno a formidable business woman tried fishing but ended up catching a Shark", They are a ridiculous bunch of people who could never think ahead of their prestige.
At the bar, a ginger-headed woman ordered a drink before unlocking her phone to make a call.
" Nilo", a smile broke across her face at the thought of his face.
"You seem to be having fun", Danilo admonished, although his voice contained warmth.
" In the city of love", she added.
"Valerie, you can't just leave without telling anyone",
" I'm not a kid", she whined.
"Let me take a shot for you", she position her phone away from her face to take a clean shot, before sending the picture to him.
" Strippers club, really",
"I think it's overrated" " she complained.
" There are other places worth visiting", He advised.
"You mean, the museum, library", She rolled her eyes.
" Hunters are rampant these days", He reminded.
"I'll be careful, Daddy", Valerie giggled before hanging up. Her eyes squinting for her meal for the night. Her eyes caught a figure sneaking into the forbidden corridor. Humans don't know, that the club belongs to vampires. She stood to follow the lady. She had probably snatched the tray from one of the waitresses. Valerie could not confirm her scent, the scent from the numerous makeup, and the cheap perfume had overshadowed it. Watching her saunter gracefully as she confidently carried herself was a telltale that she was anything but cheap. She was too light on her feet, and her fringe wig almost didn't swing. It was almost as if she was gliding. Interesting, what sort of human was she and she was no hunter. She knocked at one of the VIP rooms before going in.
Aurora had lost count of how many times she had balanced a tray on her fingers to avoid spillage.
Valerie watched as the vampires' eyes laden with lust as she bent over to hand over their drinks. She could not blame them, she was a sexy little thing. If they tried anything, she would swoop in to save the damsel. After all, she was her meal for the night. How was a human able to get past their security for her to get a chance to act as a waitress? What had Daren Langahood and his friends done for her to be so daring?
" Little vixen, this is your first time isn't it", Darren winked at her.
"Show us a good time, we will pay you well", Darren twisted his nose before sharing a look with his other friends. She was human, which makes it easier.
The one behind her tried to lift her skirt, she swung the tray in her hand against his head. There was a deadpan silence. They let out hissed and their eyes thinned out in fury. Weakly, they pushed the ladies in their arms away. As one of them tried to swing his fist at her, he fell back weakly crashing against the glasses on the table. They realized they had been drugged.
Darren weakly pushed the danger alarm underneath the armrest believing that they'd encountered a hunter. He watched helplessly as she plugged in the welding gun with a blank face.
"You know this socket is here for those of you who smoke shisha", she casually said.
Where was the rescue team? They probably didn't take them seriously considering the numerous times they had pranked them. She switched the socket on and the plug emitted a green light. Then he realized they had offended the wrong person.
" You would still be able to scream, unfortunately, you prefer a soundproofed room",
Valerie watched, but she could not hear what she was saying because of the alarm blaring.
"Remember, your actions beget your rewards",
His earth-shattering scream resonated in the room. He was the last son of the Langahood and had been spoilt silly, he had never had any reason to suffer in the slightest.
Valerie savored her blank face as she impaled his face. This was an injury from an infrared ray, there was no hope of healing. She had marked him a sinner for life.
The women in the room watched in horror, but they were inwardly satisfied. She had fulfilled the desire they could never speak of.
Aurora raised a lazy brow at them before placing her middle finger gently on her lips.
The rescue team busted into the room, his cries must have alerted them. What they saw wasn't what they were expecting, they glanced at each other in horror. The pain must have been too much that he passed out. The cruelty of the person who did it, he was one of the Council leaders' sons and had been sentenced to a life of condemnation. Not only him but his family.
Valerie looked toward the spot where the little vixen was but she saw that she was gone.
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