I Belong to Them

Damien....Wait, no! Drake?

    I hurried in the shower and was out in mere minutes. I chose comfy clothes that would not draw too much attention. A tank top and jeans are the best go-to outfit, especially if you don't know what's expected of you. I made it down to the lobby of the building  just five minutes before the expected time. The only thing I remembered to grab, and really only needed was my phone. Daisy came with friendly waves and smiles. 

    "Ready?" she asked, stopping a few steps away. 

    "Yeah," I responded, trying my best to return the amiable vibe. 

    "Nice. I usually walk there and catch a ride back, but since this is your first time, I'll drive today. You don't have anything already planned, do you?"

    "No, I'm free all day." 

    "Great, Let's hit it. Suivez-moi, s’il vous plaît." I don't know a whole bunch of French, but if the gesture she made with her hand meant anything, then I should definitely follow her.

    I skedaddled after her because I don't want to get lost. I know if I lose my way, then I'm lost for good. We exited the building and she continued to walk toward a black car. The sun was shining, brighter than anything I could compare it with. The glare from the sun bounced off the car, so I didn't get a good look at anything but the color. Daisy unlocked the car with the beeper in her hand, and I slid in easily into the passenger seat. Cool air blasted from the a/c, and I caught a glance of the white image of a cobra on the steering wheel.

     My eyes bulged, as I turned to rest my astonished gaze on Daisy. "This is a Shelby."

    "Yes."

    "A Shelby Cobra."

    "Yes," she giggled. 

    "You drive a Shelby Cobra."

    She chuckled, then started the car. 

    "My bosses got it for me. This baby came out literally two weeks before my birthday. Gosh, I love my job!"

    "That's nice," I smiled a bit shyly. Her bosses, if my memory serves me right, are the two men whose names have been spinning in my head for a few days. 

    "You know what's nicer?" Daisy smiled, putting out a light laugh. I see why her name is Daisy, She's just so bright and happy. She is the exact opposite of what I have watched and read about vampires. Her hair is pink, for goodness sake!

    "What?"

    "They are only my brothers. They're your mates." She raised her eyebrows in such a frisky, suggestive manner, I couldn't help but laugh. 

    "May I ask you a question?" The words tentatively came out of my mouth.

    "Shoot it at me."

    "Vampires aren't really flammable, are they? I mean, I saw you walk out in the sun, and, please forgive me if I am, being rude, but you aren't that very pale."

    "Honestly, I don't really know that many vampires apart from my dad and siblings. I am not really affected by the sun that much, but if anything, I will be the first to get sun-burned. I can tell you what I think of the whole scenerio, but I don't want to gross you out."

    'No, please, continue. I'm perfectly fine with anything you have to say."

    "Okay. See, when my mom goes into heat, my dads mix their semen together and inject it into her hooha. The kid gets genes from all three of them that way. I don't know how it works, but it does. My dad has snow white hair, and my other dad has hair as black as a Raven. I think you know this already, but one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. My mom had twins her second labor,  and it was very odd I could imagine. Damien got my vampire dad's jet black hair, while Drake inherited my white wolf father's white hair." A long laugh erupted from her, as she gasped and breathed for air. "How woeful for him. A dark and dreary vampire with white hair!" She continued laughing then slammed her hand on the wheel. A loud honk omitted out of it. I couldn't help but glance at her hot punk hair. 

    "Like you're the one to talk," I giggled and Daisy laughed along. 

    After a moment, she gasped out, "My hair is originally brown. A few dashes of auburn. My mom blessed me with her features."

     I paid close attention to my surroundings, watching every stop and turn. I want to be able to get there on my own without having to ask for directions. Daisy drove out of the two secured gates. She continued on for a handful of minutes. She turned right, and three quite plain buildings appeared. She drove around the parking lot up front, and parked in a space that was behind a building. The parking spot was clearly marked for Mr. Sutton and so was the one next to it. I looked questioningly at Daisy, and she shrugged.

    "He won't mind, not too much anyways. Okay, maybe he will mind. A lot. But we won't have to worry about it for a few hours. He usually doesn't pull up until eight."

    "And then what happens?"

    "He'll rant about protocol. Then I'll hide behind your back and you can deal with him."

    "What? Why me?"

    "Because," she smiled slowly," you are his mate. And I declare myself as your ally, therefore, you are my ally, therefore you will protect me from the clutches of the devil's spawn." 

    Laughter sputtered from my mouth. She's going to throw me under the bus for a parking space.

    "Come on, ally. I'd be crazy to go anywhere without you."

    I followed her, my pace a tad slower than her own, mainly because I do not know where I'm going. 

    Daisy led me inside the building that is in between the other two. We walked through a dim entryway. I was not prepared for the beauty beheld before me. Velvet was the main theme color, it appeared to me. Different shades of it allotted the area, with a few pieces and structures that were a deep, sensual blue, and blood red .Daisy led me to the main bar, for I have seen many alcohol outlets on the way, just not as well-stocked nor large as this one. She dashed into what appeared to be a room of sorts and came back out with some neatly folded black clothing.

    "What's your size?" She asked.

    "Hmmm? Oh, eight for bottoms, six for tops."

    "Curvaceousness. I envy you."

    "Don't. When I find a nice set, I have to look for two different sizes."

    "Worth it. That ass? Those hips? Worth it. Definitely worth it."

    I laughed lightly as she handed me five sets of clothing. 

   "Let me go get a bag for you. Be right back." 

    Daisy disappeared once more into the room behind the bar and emerged shortly after with a duffel bag.

    She made quick worth with putting the clothes into the bag and put it down on the island. 

    "Let's go explore. I come here to party, I mean work," she winked at me, " every Friday. Sometimes Saturday. The best scene is on a Friday though."

    I tried to keep up with her quick strides as best as I could. I thought nightclubs were supposed to be a little tight in space. This place is huge. I gawked at the VIP areas as we passed by them. If I thought the interior was beautiful, then the VIP section left me speechless. It seems that Daisy's destination was the dance floor, because that is where we stopped. I let out a sigh of relief that she finally stopped walking.

    "What's wrong?" Daisy turned her pink head toward my direction. 

    "Nothing, just that my legs aren't as long as yours."

    She c****d her head to the side. "That's odd."

    "What's odd?" 

    "You are not human. Your steps should be as advanced as mine." She stepped closer to me and inhaled deeply. "Your scent is not that of a human. Let me see your teeth." I did as she asked, and forced an open-mouthed smile.  "Now try to push your canines out."

    I did. I tried my utter best but felt no changes.I thought of this as completely fruitless up until I heard a small gasp escape from Daisy. 

    "What? What's wrong?"  I reached up with my index finger to see if something happened to my teeth.  My finger touched something razor sharp. I felt pain as the skin on my finger tore. I cried out at the sight of blood oozing out of two holes in my index finger. I yelped again at the slicing pain as I moved the finger toward me. 

    Daisy was peering into my mouth saying something about "fascinating." My blood started to drip on the ground, so I moved my other hand under it and cast Daisy a worried look. 

    "Don't worry about it. My brother is coming." 

    My eyes bulged out. What?! Now? Why? 

    Well, this is his club, stupid!

     "Why?" I strangled out the question. What the heck just cut me? 

    "He-" 

    Light from outside poured into the space as a door hit the wall with a loud bang! 

    A tall, tall, tall guy hurdled himself forward. 

    He rushed toward where Daisy and I were. My mind has the urge to run and get the hell out of that place, before this man knocked me over. But  my body mellowed, and I couldn't move even if I wanted to. His intense gaze locked me in place, and the nearer he got, the more visible his features became. He is such a beautiful man. Very handsome. Masculine, if anything.  He had a beanie covering his head, and strong masculine features covered his face. My eyes stopped roaming when they reached his chocolate colored ones. They roamed, but never left my being once. A few more drops of blood fell from my finger into my other hand, and he turned his gaze toward the red matter. 

    He rushed forward, quickly getting rid of the small distance that separated us. My eyes widened in panic, but he clasped my bleeding hand in his own. His gaze darted to my mouth and shock marked his facial expression. He moved my hand closer to his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth slice into my hand, but it didn't hurt. I just felt them. He searched my eyes with his own. He kept my gaze. I felt warmth and tingles spread through my hand, and watched in awe as the punctured holes in my skin closed. 

    My eyes looked intently as he drew his teeth out; a second later, they just weren't there anymore, disappearing back into his gums or something. He pressed his tongue to where his teeth marked me, and amazement filled me as they healed. 

    He rose to his full height. I had to tilt my head back to keep eye contact. 

    "Um..uh, thank you. Is-is it Damien?" He appeared to be  shocked and even slightly offended. I glanced up toward his beanie and caught sight of a few strands of loose white hair. "Wait, no! Drake? It's Drake, right? White hair, it has to be!"

    Daisy whooped and fell to the ground, laughing. I flushed. Maybe I shouldn't have said that?