Eat Me

ChapterEight

JustinPOV

A shrill, overly excited voice sliced through the almost non-existent space between us. Not that I needed to see the incoming storm heading for us, I still turned, finding a beautiful woman stumbling toward us. Her long brown hair swayed from side to side as she barreled our way. She called for 'Cas', and I could only assume that was the name of the girl I was talking to.

Cas, it suited her.

That was my cue, my girl would be pre-occupied with this friend of hers, and I wasn't going to stand there and join in their bulls*t conversation about how 'cute' they both looked.

I took a step back, taking one last look at her for the night. I wasn't giving up that easily, merely putting a pin in my plans for the time being. I'd commit her face to memory and come back for her.

This one was different.

With my stomach growling, I turned and headed for the stairs, passing her friend on the way.

Our eyes met in passing, only for a split second, but I saw her sizing me up with a smirk, only to be met with my own predatory glare.

This late in the night, if you were sober, you were a needle in a haystack. Even the bartenders had had their fill of dr*gs and alcohol. Prime time for me to get in a quick feed, no one would remember by morning if they saw me.

I set my sights on a couple using a dark corner of the club to get lucky. The man had been leaning against the girl, using her body as a crutch to stand, whilst she did the same using the wall behind her. Both were heavily out of it.

I stalked through the crowd, eager to get it over with and head out before daybreak.

My hand touched his shoulder, disentangling their bodies and leaving him staggering backwards. If he thought losing out on getting an easy ride with this girl was the worst of his night, he had another thing coming. As he staggered backwards into the crowd, his back collided with a coked up, muscular arsehole, who wasn't too impressed after having his new shoes stomped on.

I turned my sights back to the girl and left the guys behind me to fight it out.

"Hi," she purred, uncaring that I'd replaced the man she was with. Her attempt at sounding seductive missed the mark, and I was half inclined to feast elsewhere. But, if I changed targets now, it would have been precious feeding time wasted.

So, without wasting another second, I moved her hair behind her ear and gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger. Completely unaware of what was to come, she licked her lips in anticipation and reached down for the zipper of my jeans.

As much as I'd have liked to have her satisfy me, my hunger was far, far greater.

Her delicate fingers stumbled with my zipper before coming to an abrupt halt.

There it was.

That crimson gold.

I slid my fangs into her neck like butter and relished the warm, coppery nectar soaking my tongue. Slowly but surely, her hands gripped my shirt, half holding on to me, half pushing me away.

It was fight or flight, her brain was torn between immense pleasure, and the thought of toying with death.

I finished my meal a little too early for my liking. Something was irking me that I couldn't put my finger on.

That girl from earlier, Cas. She had my head all foggy since her scent hit my nostrils. Sh*t.

"Go get yourself another drink." I retracted my fangs and wiped my lips on my trusty handkerchief I kept in my pocket for times like these. I left my meal standing in the corner, holding her beaten-up neck. It wasn't gushing, but if she knew what was good for her, she would have someone bandage that sh*t up.

Not my problem though.

I pushed through the men now fighting in the crowd, the bouncers didn't care and I sure as hell didn't. Maybe they'd be easy pickings for another monster much like myself after they left the club.

Time was pushing forward, meaning the sun would be rearing its head in a couple of hours. I had to get back home.

Just as I was drifting through the horde towards the exit, I spied Cas' friends from earlier, still grinding in the pile of bodies. Only now, there was no Cas. The guy she had been with had his tongue entwined with two others - maybe that's why she wasn't there.

Where was she? Did she leave with someone?

"You. Your friend from earlier, where's she at?" Before I could stop myself, I was in the middle of the floor, grasping the arm of Cas' friend with the long brown hair. Harshly, I dragged her to me, away from the guy she was dry humping.

"Jesus," she slurred, "this isn't Izzy's, Justin. If you want a taste, you'll have to take me home with you."

Needless to say, she recognized me from Izzy's bar. The look she gave me earlier wasn't only because I was talking with Cas, she knew who I was, and I'd had a feeling I'd seen her before.

Whatever she was hoping to get from me, she had another thing coming.

"Where is she?" I growled, tightening my grip. She winced, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

I wasn't a fool. This was a game for her.

She laughed, "she isn't going to let you taste her. You may as well give up, baby. You've already lost."

"Listen, you've got thirty seconds to tell me where she went, or I'll take you outside and watch you bleed out on the god-damn pavement."

Like I said, I wasn't playing her game. I'd get my answer one way or another.

For a split second, her mask fell and a pure look of fear coated her face.

"She left."

"When?"

"I don't know, like a few minutes ago. Some guy she was dancing with went with her." A deep bruise was already starting to form. "Justin, you're hurting me," she whimpered.

"Good." I released her and stormed to the exit.

Outside, the air smelt fresh, a vast difference to the overly populated club. In the breeze, though, there was a faint undeniable change in smells. It was her. Cas was nearby.

The queue from earlier had now dwindled down to a handful of people waiting to enter the club. With the streets around silent and void of people, I stalked through the shadows, stopping at the edge of a car park not too far from the club.

Away from the main street, against one of the many office-type buildings, stood two people. The taller of the two I could only make out from the back as he towered over the smaller being.

It was clear there was an altercation happening. The smaller of the two was trying but failing at holding her own.

Echoing through the empty car park, was the sweet sound of her hand connecting with his face. My own hands balled into fists at the sight of what was happening in front of me. And in an instant, my heavy footsteps closed in on them. I watched her eyes fall shut as she slid down the wall to the bitter concrete someone would be using as their parking space in the morning.

It was far too late for the man she was with by the time he noticed me. Not that him spotting me sooner would have helped him in any way.

I would enjoy this.

"Get the f*ck off of me," he growled, flailing against my chest as I held him tight.

"I thought you liked it rough," I laughed deeply, vibrating my chest against his back. The petite girl lying on the floor in front of me seemed a completely different person to the one I had been talking to earlier. She was fragile. Hurt.

With one hand, I covered his mouth. I didn't need some 'good Samaritan' to hear what was happening and call for help.

With the other, I slid it over his chest, letting the increasing rhythm of his heart pump against my palm. He struggled, but this wasn't my first rodeo.

Besides, it wouldn't be as fun if he didn't try to fight back.