Eat Me

ChapterSeven

JustinPOV

I didn't have a problem with taking from them until they were begging me to turn them. Their whiny voices asking me to make them mine, that they'd do anything to please me for eternity, it made me miss senseless killing. I'll admit, it was easier to pick them out of a book, like ordering food from a menu, but where was the fun in that?

No chase. No fear.

They were willing to be fed on, willing to be bitten and drank from in some of their most intimate places. For centuries, I've seen women giving themselves to the brink of death, only because the rush from being fed off couldn't be matched by any drug. Chasing their high until death himself came for them. I, myself, can't remember the feeling. It had been far too long since I had become the monster I am today. And I don't use the term monster lightly.

F*ck, I hated it when they wore strong perfume. It didn't sit well on my tongue, tainted the blood.

I retracted my canines from my meal, leaving her whimpering for more. I hadn't had my fill, but the brunette in front of me had killed my appetite. I didn't catch her name, nor did I care to ask. Sure enough, I'd fed off her before. The girl liked to indulge in h*roin when she wasn't working, but it sat in her system long enough to give an extra kick in her blood. She was somewhat of a favorite among us older generation vampires. I stood, reaching for my whiskey to erase her taste in my mouth.

"Leaving so soon?" Izzy, the owner of the bar asked as I headed for the door. Her many years as a madam were a testament to her ability to coerce and control. She didn't look a day over forty, but she had at least three hundred years on that. Quickly, her eyes moved to the girl on the sofa in the corner. I hadn't taken much from her, but it was apparent in her dazed look and strained movements that it had affected her.

"Next time, have her wash that sh*t off her neck, Iz." I placed a hundred on the bar and proceeded to pull out my pack of smokes. I didn't see the point in quitting, not like it could kill me anyway.

I needed something exciting to end another dull night, so I made my way across town where it was less saturated with vampires and feeders. The human clubs had more variety to play with, and I needed something to occupy me before dawn.

The ground vibrated from the bass of the speakers as I headed for the bar and ordered myself a whiskey. I had pounded three more by the time I smelt something different, something delectable.

Swiftly, I moved through the crowd of humans. Intoxicated women groped and stroked, beckoning me to dance with them, but I had to find out who it was that was making my mouth water and my d**k hard.

Across the dance floor in the midst of fist-pumping bodies, danced a couple. Her body swayed against his, grinding her tight skirt covered behind in to his groin. She held her breasts in place to save them from falling out her top as she bent forward.

I would have gladly helped hold them in place.

Scanning the crowd, I wasn't the only one mesmerized by her. Others had taken an interest and no doubt would be using her as the subject for their solo hand jobs when they went home. I, on the other hand, would be using her soft hands instead of my own by the end of the night.

I moved closer to get a better view, when she abruptly left the man she was with and pushed her way off the floor. Without haste, I followed, ending up in the men's bathroom.

A woman's voice called out from inside one of the stalls.

That delicious smell only intensified the closer I moved. I wondered if the humans could smell her too. It wasn't some perfume she was wearing, surely.

As if on cue, the moment I got to the door, it swung open.

She. Was. Beautiful.

I gazed down at the tiny woman in front of me. My fangs itched to pierce her flesh, to sink myself deep within her.

As she stared up at me through her lashes, I took notice of the crimson cascading over her cheeks. I was glad I had an effect on her at least.

I couldn't take her in the bathroom stall, not with all the witnesses here, drunk or not.

Her voice all but whispered something I didn't catch. Too in my own thoughts was I to hear anything around me.

I moved to the side and leaned against the door. I had to let her pass. I needed time to plan my next move.

She stumbled past me, back to the bouncing vibe of the dance floor, and, like the monster I was, I followed, waiting for my moment.

Her scent carried my feet upstairs to the level overlooking the DJ booth and dance floor below. She was searching for someone and, with my keen eyesight, I took note of the man she had been dancing with, his arm around an exceptionally large-busted, blonde woman's waist. That must have hurt, seeing him that easily wrapped up in someone besides the girl in front of me. At least with her boyfriend out of the picture, I would have an in.

"If you’re looking for your boy, pretty sure he’s found a new plaything." I needed her to see what I was seeing, as I silently moved behind her. For a second, her body tensed against mine and I managed, with serious restraint, to not brush her hair to the side and taste her. I pointed towards the man I assumed she was looking for, waiting for a reaction.

“He’s not my boy.” I couldn't tell which of the two of us she was trying to convince.

A small part of me half expected her to run down there and lose her sh*t with the guy, or maybe leave with me to spite him for doing her dirty.

But what the hell did I know?

“Besides, he can go home with whoever he wants.”

There it was. She didn't care about that guys' antics, I really did have it all wrong.

"And what about you?" I needed to hear her say it. I needed to hear her tell me she would leave here with me, right now. Unbeknownst to her, the thin web of control I had woven was dissolving every second that passed.

When she turned to face me, her small hand landing on my chest, I couldn't stop my hand reaching out and touching her. A small sigh escaped her mouth before her tongue flicked out to wet her pink-painted lips.

The moment was well and truly perfect, she would be mine for tonight.

I dipped my head, willing my canines not to protrude enough to pierce her lips and scare her away - that would have to wait.