Keira Shadows grasped the iron handles of the organization's door, pulling hard, and was greeted by loud creaking and groaning as the door slowly swung open. She strolled inside and up to the desk, where Heather the receptionist sat filing her long blue nails.
"Did you get him, tiger?" Heather asked, not bothering to look up at her. Keira sighed shrugging off her leather trench coat, revealing her ripped corset tied around her, and tossed the coat on Heather's desk.
"As always." She replied, stretching out her arms. "Any messages?"
"None, nada, zilch- whoa." Keira turned, and Heather was looking her up and down.
"Did you fuck him?" She purred. "You did, didn't you? I can smell his seed on you." She ran her tongue over her fangs, and then licked her lips.
"I didn't really have much of a choice." Keira replied.
"I'm sure you did, pet." A voice echoed through the large foyer. Keira turned and watched Kaleb slink towards her. Keira rolled her eyes at him. She didn't want to admit it, but Kaleb was a very attractive vampire. He was tall, with long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, an amazing body, and from what she heard...well endowed.
"Excuse, me?" Keira placed a hand on her hip. Kaleb smiled, touching her shoulder, tracing her collar bone for a minutes, before she jerked away.
"You love being fucked by vampires. Admit it, slut." Keira scoffed at him.
"All you vampires do is take. What is there to be enjoyed?" She countered. Kaleb's hands were now on her hips as he rubbed up against her. She could feel his erection pressing on her stomach.
"I could change your mind, darling." Without a warning, Kaleb mashed his mouth against hers, his fangs piercing her lower lip. Before she could stop herself, Keira pushed him back and landed a hard punch to his lower jaw. Kaleb's head snapped to the side, and Heather gasped behind her. Slowly, Kaleb returned his head to its normal position and bared his teeth, stained with Keira's blood. "You're going to regret that, pet." Kaleb's arm snapped forward, grabbing a fistful of Keira's hair and slammed her on the desk, face first.
"What's going on here?!" An authoritative voice made everything come to an abrupt halt. Kaleb immediately let go of Keira allowing her to stand up.
"Nothing going on here, sir." Kaleb replied, a sneer on his face. Keira looked up seeing Matthew, their superior, standing in the doorway, his eyes searching Keira's face.
"Nothing." She mumbled.
"That's what I thought." While she could get away, Keira ran up the stairs and locked herself in her room, in desperate need of a shower.
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Cleaned and dressed in leggings, and a black tank top, Keira found herself up on the roof gardens, sitting on the railing and twirling her stake delicately between her fingers looking out across the city. The stone she sat on was cold, and caused a shiver to ease its way up her spine.
"Keira?" A deep voice echoed off of the stone walls that surrounded the garden. She jerked her head up and looked at the man walking towards her. Though technically speaking, he was not a man, but a vampire. One of the hire guards who worked directly with the head of the organization. His name was Gavin. She had seen him around the organization and talked to him a few times, but this was the first time she had been alone with him.
"What's up, Gavin?" Keira asked turning towards him. Gavin towered over her at 6'5", forcing her to look up at him as he stood in front of her. He work a dark t-shirt that seemed to strain over his muscles, with matching dark jeans, and his black, shaggy hair fell into his green eyes. He was one of the few vampires who didn't constantly try to rip off her clothes.
Humans didn't generally know of the organization or vampires. The vampires were, for the most part, just like humans - considering they used to be human. They could walk in sun light, contrary to popular belief. They just preferred the dark. Crosses and other religious paraphernalia had no effect, and neither did wooden stakes, only blessed metal. They also had an insatiable amount of lust. Oh and of course, they lived off blood.
"What are you doing up here?" Gavin asked. His voice was deep and seductive without him ever meaning it to be, like liquid velvet.
"Oh, I usually come up here after I return from tracking down a mark." Keira answered. Her eyes lowered and she stared at the floor, unsure of what to say. She never had a full conversation with Gavin before. After a moment, he cleared his throat.
"Is everything okay?" She nodded in response.
"Just tired." Keira had been in the organization for 5 years now, since she turned 18. She was the only human who worked for her employer. They preferred vampires to hunt vampires, but of course...humans lured vampires much better. So, she was the only human constantly surrounded by hungry, lustful vampires, and she was expected to do everything and anything asked of her by these vampires. They kept her very busy.
Without thinking, she ran her fingers over the light bite marks that littered her forearms. Gavin caught the motion and touched one of the scars, his fingers cool.