Bloodlust Ch. 02 has been edited for a few grammatical/formatting errors and it should be updated by the end of the week. Thank you to all the horny people who are following this story. Enjoy.
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Eve awoke to the floor shaking beneath her.
Startled, she sprung to her feet and pressed her back against the wall. Her hand went to her hip, searching for her knife, but came up empty. Where her holster should have been was nothing but the fabric of an unfamiliar black robe. Weaponless and heart pounding, she slowly took in the dimly lit room around her.
Her initial fear of an attack was quickly erased as she realized that against her bare feet, she could feel the bass line from music below. She felt unsteady on her feet.
Her eyes darted around the room until she was sure she was alone. Then, palm out, she conjured a tiny white spark. She cupped it in her hand as she made a quick search of her surroundings.
The room was simple. A small sofa took up most of the space, the cushions crinkled where she'd been lying on them. Beside it was a small round table. She saw that on the table sat a small bowl of inky black liquid and opted not to touch it.
There were no windows and the only light came from a faint blue glow along the edges of the ceiling with no discernible source. It was then she noticed a door, nearly indistinguishable against the wall except for a faint outline she could feel with her fingers.
The blaze in the palm of her hand flickered and died. She snapped her fingers, trying to rekindle it, but nothing happened.
"Shit," she muttered. A headrush came on suddenly, strong enough to make her stumble. She clutched the wall and closed her eyes until the world righted itself. She felt weak.
She knew she must have lost a lot of blood and even her enhanced hunter strength wouldn't be enough to replenish all her cells for another day or two. She wasn't sure why she wasn't dead but she wasn't in a position to question it. The last thing she remembered... her stomach twisted uncomfortably and her cheeks flushed as she pushed the thoughts away.
She knew she was still in Ari's domain and without magic or weapon, she was banking on pure luck to escape. Where was he now? More importantly, where was she?
She padded silently to the door and listened at the lock for a moment before pushing it open.
It relented easily and opened out into a long hallway. Stepping into the hall, she could barely see but for the dim blue glow along the ceiling and its reflection in the mirror floor. Ten evenly spaced doors stretched into the distance. She went to the first, then changed her mind and walked one door further.
Locked.
The next door she tried opened before she could touch it. For a moment she just stared at the woman who emerged. Eve didn't recognize her. The woman smiled, revealing sharp fangs, and stepped towards her. Eve backed into the hallway until she hit the cold wall.
Instead of approaching, the vampire looked down. Eve realized with a start that her robe afforded her no privacy from the reflective floor. She flushed and gathered it around her hips, but it only reached her upper thighs.
"I'm lost," Eve told her quickly, "I don't know how I got up here - I'm just looking for the exit."
"That's cute," the woman replied. She reached forward and tucked a lock of Eve's dark hair behind her ear. As the vampire's eyes drifted downward, Eve knew she was searching for the rapid pulse beating in her neck.
She leaned towards Eve and as she did so, Eve made out a familiar shape on the vampire's belt. In a split second decision, she had snatched the knife and was holding it out in front of her. The movement was easy and practiced, years of training kicking in.
"Not one more move!" she ordered. She swung it threateningly to make her point. The vampire just laughed and stepped towards her.
Eve thrust out the knife again, the swing connecting this time. Her knife pierced into the vampire's neck, who stumbled and grasped for it. Eve knew it wouldn't do anything but slow her down. Only elm oil could do any real damage. Hopefully, she had bought herself a few seconds. She took off running down the hallway as fast as her legs would take her.
She swung open a random door and flew inside, slamming it behind her. Her breath came in short, panicked bursts. She kept running. Her path took her down several turns, through hallways and past dark rooms, completely directionless.
Up a flight of stairs, through a large set of doors.
She stopped suddenly, stumbling as the world appeared to fall away around her. A bombardment of noise and color. She realized, still wobbling, that she had run onto a balcony. The dance floor below buzzed with energy, bodies swaying in the crush.
Hands clasping the railing, she looked out into the crowd. The people below were nothing but a tangle of limbs; spotlights flickering on and off them made her dizzy. Total darkness for one moment. Blistering light the next. Mirrors on all the walls made the room go on forever. The music felt like it was squeezing her head.
