Vampire

Vampire

Chapter 1

My body sways as the music flows through me. A small line of sweat is running down my skin between my breasts. I run my hands down my body, back up and over my breasts before sliding them through my hair. I imagine that I’m in the middle of some dance club dancing with an imaginary best friend, instead of being on the stage in a strip club dancing naked for any man or woman who walks through the door. The lights on the stage are blinding. I’m hot and tired. I can’t wait for my shift to be over. It doesn’t end with the dancing though. Afterwards I have to go walk the floor to be groped and basically molested by every Tom, d**k and Harry out there. The customers aren’t supposed to touch us, but the owner turns a blind eye. Especially, if we have to go into a back room for a private dance. I haven’t had anyone force themselves on me in one of those rooms yet. I’ve been able to avoid the back rooms so far, but some of the other girls haven’t been as lucky. Some of the girls love the back rooms. They will do whatever is asked of them. This kind of place has patrons and employees of all kinds. Some of the girls will sleep with a man or women in those rooms because, well, they love s*x. Others look at it as just a job. They get paid to do it. Don’t make the mistake of referring to one of them as a prostitute though. I learned that lesson.

The song ends and I sashay off the stage to the sound of cat calls and whistles. I walk to the back, throw on my robe and grab my water. Quickly taking a drink before I touch up my make-up. Dancing on the stage I can handle. This is the hardest part of the job. I don’t like to be touched and that’s all that happens out there. I hear my name being called and I look to the left seeing Hank walking up to me with a stack of bills in his hand. With this being a full nudity strip club there’s nowhere for the customers to put the money so they just throw it on the stage and Hank collects it for us after. We get what’s left after he takes out his and the boss’s cut, which is next to nothing. I can barely afford to live. If I could find a better job I would. In a heartbeat. I’ve learned how impossible that is. No respectable establishment wants to hire a girl like me. If I do get hired at one all it takes is for one of the customers that come here to walk in and notice me and that’s the end of that. Hank hands me the money and as I count it I just want to break down in tears. I can feel them start to well up and I blink a couple of times effectively fighting them back. Crying is the worst thing I can do in this place.

50 dollars. 50 measly dollars after the greedy asshat that I work for takes more than half. I should have at least 3 times that amount. I sigh and put the cash in my purse. After locking my purse in my locker, I hang my robe back up and head out onto the floor. I’m immediately accosted by one of our regulars. Marty is a sorry excuse for a man and he has been trying to get me alone, anywhere, even after my shift and I’ve been having to get more and more creative to avoid him. But right now, I have no choice but to smile and suck it up. As he pulls me onto his lap I give him one of the biggest fakest smiles I can spare. He may be a sleeze but he’s one of the boss’s favorites.

“Hey, sexy little cookie.” He rubs his hand up and down my thigh and I almost can’t contain the shudder of disgust that runs through my body. “Are you ever gonna tell me your real name?”

“Cookie is my real name, Marty.” He digs his fingers painfully in my thigh.

“Now Cookie. You know I like for you to call me daddy. Why do you give me such a hard time?” The thought of calling this man ‘daddy’ makes me want to gag, but we’ve been ordered by our boss to pacify Marty. I suspect that Marty has something he’s holding over the boss-mans head, but that’s none of my business. I take a deep breath and suck it up. “I’m sorry ‘daddy’, I forgot.” He stops digging his fingers into my thigh and I know there will be a bruise. He rubs my thigh again, this time moving dangerously close to my lady parts and I can’t contain the shudder this time. Unfortunately, Marty takes my shudder of disgust as a shiver of pleasure and rubbing his fingers around my most private of area’s thinking that I want him. When that couldn’t be the furthest thing from the truth. I look over to the bar and see the owner sitting there staring my way. I know I have to endure it or I will lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job. I can’t live on the street again. My place isn’t the nicest, but it’s mine. Until I, fingers crossed, eventually find something better I have to keep working at this hell hole. The boss makes us endure whatever the customers want out here on the floor, with the exception of any type of s*x. He draws the line there, thankfully. The other thing in my favor is that the boss doesn’t force us to go in the back rooms. He has enough willing girls that he doesn’t force those of us that don’t want to. I’d have to quit if that happened. Even if it meant living on the street again. I’m not a w***e.

I look around the room and see another customer waving me over. I look my boss’s way and see him nod. Relief courses through me as I turn to Marty. “Sorry, sugar. I have to go. Other customers are calling.” He groans as if he’s in pain. “Fine. You come and see me again later, little girl.” I nod. That’s not good enough for Marty He holds me down until I answer him. I’m so angry with how he treats me that I spit the words out. “Yes, daddy.” He nods. “Good. One day little girl. One day I will get you in one of those rooms and I’ll adjust that attitude of yours.” I hurry away.

I take deep breaths as I make my way over to the next table all while blinking back tears. What did I do to deserve this kind of life? I blink back the tears threatening once again to run down my cheeks and plaster a smile on my face. As I get closer I stop dead in my tracks and almost have to stop myself from drooling. I’ve never seen this perfect specimen of a man in here before. He’s a blond Adonis. I have to shake my head and get out of the trance I just went in. He’s in this shithole so there’s at least one thing wrong with him. I finish making my way to the table and put a sexy smile on my face. “Hey there sugar. What can I do for you? A lap dance maybe?” I look around the table and the other gentlemen he’s with are watching the stage not even paying me the least amount of attention. The Adonis smiles at me and I almost swoon. What the hell? I don’t swoon. “I just thought you might want to be rescued. You looked ready to throw up.” He’s spot on but I’m not going to let him know that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Marty there is one of our regulars.” I can tell that he see’s the lie in my eyes. He just nods. “Alright then, a lap dance it is.” I nod and he pushes his chair away from the table, turning it so I can dance. I go to my happy place and do yet another lap dance. I’ve done so many over the last couple of years working here that I’ve lost count. As I face away from him and rub against his crotch I can feel his excitement. It never fails. After I finish the dance I turn to face him and I can see pure desire, mixed with something else in his eyes. He hands me some money meant as a tip. “Thank you, beautiful. You made a mediocre night a lot better.” I smile. “Anytime.” As I walk away I can feel his stare following me.

My boss is waving me over to the bar. When I get there he just holds out his hand. He seen the Adonis hand me money. And being the greedy asshole that he is, he wants it. Handing it over, I turn to make more rounds on the floor before closing and I see the Adonis looking my way again, but it’s not me he’s looking at. He’s glaring daggers at my boss. Huh, that’s weird. I shrug and go on autopilot as I do more lap dances and get pulled into a couple of other laps, some male and some female, all while I get fondled and groped. I really hate that this is my life. I go to the back and change into my jeans, boots, t-shirt and jean jacket. I scrub all the crap off of my face and then I’m ready to head out. All the tips I made the rest of the night I haven’t seen. My boss kept it all. I plan to head to one of the all night coney islands before I head home. I’m starved. I walk out the back door that leads to the alley. I hate leaving from this door, but this is the one the boss requires his dancers to use. Something doesn’t feel right and I walk a little quicker. I reach into my purse to try and find my mace, but I can’t seem to get my hands on it. Out of nowhere someone grabs me and slams me against the building. Pain shoots through my head as it hits the brick wall. As a hand covers my mouth, I feel another one undoing my pants and pushing them down. I open my eyes and once I’m able to focus I can see Marty standing there with a sneer. His face is so full of malicious intent that I’m actually scared. I’ve never been scared of Marty before.

After he pulls my pants down, he quickly pulls his down. I start to struggle and the hand that is covering my mouth moves down to my throat. I stop struggling as he squeezes. I hear a click and see that he has a knife in his other hand. Oh my god. He’s going to kill me. I look into his eyes and I know. After he gets what he wants I am going to die tonight. “Face the wall, Cookie. You never came back to see daddy tonight. That made daddy angry.” At this point I see no point in being nice. I already know in my gut that he’s going to kill me when he’s done so I see no reason to watch my mouth. “You’re not my daddy, asshole. You’re just some pervert who gets off on fondling women who are trying to do a job. That’s all you are. A customer at the place I work.” He rams my head against the building again and I almost throw up at that point. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. You like it when I touch you. I know that you do. Your body shows all the signs of enjoying it. I just don’t understand why you fight it.” Trying to stay conscious, I shake my head, causing even more pain. “No, Marty. What you see as shivers of pleasure are in fact shudders of disgust. He squeezes my throat tighter, while pressing the knife just above his hand. “You’re lying, you b***h. You’ve been a very bad girl and I’m going to teach you what happens to bad girls. Now, turn the f**k around.” I stand still, refusing to do what he says. If he’s going to kill me I would rather it be before he r***s me. I’m not stupid I know where this is going. Maybe if I piss him off enough he’ll just slit my throat and be done with it.

Not going to happen. I’ve never been lucky a day in my life. Why would something good happen to me now. He roughly turns me around and presses the knife against my throat so that I can’t move. If I do I’ll slit my own throat. I won’t do that. Even though I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s going to kill me. There is still that very small chance that he won’t. He roughly enters me and pumps in and out a few times. I can feel his release inside me and I want to die at this point. Tears are running down my face and I’m praying for death. He presses further against me and speaks in my ear. “I always get what I want, Cookie. Always. Too bad it has to end this way.” And with that last word he slits my throat. As I collapse to the ground I see him walk away while fastening his pants. As the blood flows out of my body I can feel my world slowly slip away as I start to lose consciousness. The hell that was my life slowly flashes in front of my eyes and I welcome the sweet relief that death will bring. I think I hear footsteps walking towards me and I think that I hear someone talking to me. I can’t really be sure. As my eyes start to close for what will be the last time I feel a pain in my neck as if someone stabbed me. I can’t scream. I just endure the pain. Maybe Marty came back to make sure I take my final breath and hurry it along. Then everything goes black as I take me last breath.

Chapter 2

My eyes flutter open and I’m laying in a bed in a strange room. It doesn’t look like a hospital room though. Where the hell am I? Why am I not dead. I died. I know I did. My hand flies to my throat as I feel around. How? Marty slit my throat. There’s no bandages or anything. What the f**k is going on? I groan as pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt shoots through my stomach. I hear footsteps and the door to the room I’m in opens. Standing there is the blond Adonis from the club. “What’s going on? Where am I? How come I’m not dead?” He looks at me for a minute before grabbing a chair that’s on the other side of the room and pulling it a little closer to me before sitting. He rubs his hands through his hair and sighs before looking back at me. “You’re going to find what I have to tell you hard to believe. I’m going to ask that you have an open mind.”

“An open mind? You want me to have an open mind? I’m in a strange bed, with someone that I seen at a strip club. Not counting the fact that I should be dead. Dead! Yet, here I am alive after having my throat slit. I should be six feet under, not laying here in a bed, wherever in the hell I am. So yeah, sure. I’ll keep an open mind. Why the hell not.”

He just continues to stare at me with a patience I couldn’t even pretend to have. “Yes. You did die, technically, but I brought you back.”

“What do you mean you brought me back? Are you a doctor or something?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m not a doctor. I turned you.”

“What do you mean you turned me? Speak English, would ya? I mean what are you? A vampire or something?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I am a vampire, and now so are you.”

I can’t help it. I laugh. Almost hysterically. Great. I’ve been kidnapped by a crazy person.

“Look. I’m not sure what looney bin you escaped from, but please just let me go.”

He shakes his head and his eyes look sad. “I can’t. You’re a newly turned vampire. You would be a danger to others if I let you leave right now.”

“Still on this vampire kick, huh? Well, if you’re not going to let me go can you at least feed me. My stomach hurts. I need to eat.”

“I can feed you, but not what you want. Your body won’t be able to tolerate human food anymore. You need blood.”

“You really are a crazy person, aren’t you?”

He sighs. “Look. I’m going to head back out there. If you want to listen to me and hear more about what happened and what you are now, feel free to join me. If you need to use the bathroom it’s right across the hall. I’ll be ready to talk, whenever you’re ready to listen.”

I just stare towards the door as he leaves, shutting the door behind him. Great. I’ve been kidnapped by a psychotic person who thinks he’s a vampire. I have to get the hell out of here. I slide out of bed and double over from the excruciating pain that shoots through my stomach. Damn. How long have I been here. I feel like I haven’t eaten in a few days or longer. I head over to a window and look out of it. I’m on a second floor. Damn. Oh well. I’m out of here, no matter how I have to do it. I unlock it and slowly slide it open, careful to be quiet. I stop and listen to make sure I don’t hear footsteps before I climb out. There’s nothing to climb down so I have no choice. I need to jump. This is going to hurt. I climb out, take a big breath, as if that’s going to stop the pain when I break a leg or something, then jump.

I land and it hurts, but not as bad as I thought it would. I don’t have time to think on that though. I need to go before the psychotic Adonis comes looking for me. I take off and start running through the woods. Where in the hell am I? Last I remember I was in the city and now I’m somewhere in the woods? I keep running in no particular direction I just want to get away. I keep running and running. Thoughts run through my head while I run. Like the thought that I should be tired and out of breath by now. I’m not. I’m barefoot. My feet should be killing me. I can feel every stick, pebble and rock digging into my feet with every step, but I can’t stop. I can’t deal with another psychopath right now. I don’t know what he wants from me. In my experience men always want something and I don’t plan to stick around to find out what. I get another pain in my stomach and I have no choice, but to stop as I double over in pain. As I lean against a tree I suck in a deep breath and it feels odd. In that moment it dawns on me. I. Am. Not. Breathing. What the ever loving f**k is going on? Am I a damn ghost? How could the Adonis see me if I was a ghost. He can’t be right. Vampires aren’t real.

In even more of a panic I ignore the pain and take off running, until I come to the edge of the trees. Looking around I see a truck stop, a bar and a diner. I’d probably be less conspicuous if I go to the bathroom in the bar. God only knows what I look like. I run my hands through my hair smoothing it out as I walk to the door of the bar. Walking inside I look around, not seeing the bathroom so I ask the bartender and he points to a couple of doors around a corner. I can feel eyes on me as I make my way to the door but I don’t look. Stepping inside I lock the door and look in the mirror. I can see myself, so that’s something. Vampires don’t have reflections, right? I really don’t look that bad. I have some leaves in my hair that I quickly pick out. I look, good. Better than good. I look amazing. I don’t look like a woman who just had her throat slit. There is not a mark on my neck. I actually look better than before. How is this possible. The word vampire keeps floating around in my head, but I don’t want to believe it. That’s all just make believe. Not real. Out of curiosity, leaning closer to the mirror, I look at my teeth. No fangs. If I were a blood sucker wouldn’t I have fangs? As I breath out a sigh of relief I hear a noise outside the door and the hunger pains hit me with a vengeance. As I start to double over, holding my stomach I glance in the mirror and there they are. f*****g fangs. Oh god. I’m a f*****g vampire.

I take a couple of deep breaths and fight through the pain. Nothing I can do about this at the moment so I open the door to leave and I’m pushed right back in by a huge man in all leather.

“What the-?”

A hand over my mouth stops me from saying anymore. “What are you doing here, vampire?”

I look up, wide eyed, and oh my god, he is gorgeous. Not knowing what to do or say, fight or flight kicks in and I have to do a little of both. I bring my knee up hard getting him in the junk. As he groans and doubles over I take off. When I’m out of the bathroom I see a back door to my left and hurry towards it. I’m out and running towards the trees in a matter of seconds. I’m barely ten feet in when hot guy catches up to me. Grabbing me by the waist we both go down. I feel him shift, just a bit, and I end up on top of him. He rolls over pinning me down underneath him holding my hands above my head and I panic. I start trying to fight his hold to no avail. He’s remarkably strong and vampire or not, I’m no match for him. I’m trying to scream, but nothing is coming out. I can feel myself starting to lose consciousness. Before I’m totally out I feel gentle hands on me and a second voice. “What did you do to her?” Adonis has found me.