It's Saturday night and my usual night for going out to the local bar that mainly draws the cowboy crowd. I mean really, who would think of a female vampire hanging out at a country western bar.
Well tonight, tonight I'm looking to change things. For the past month I've been feeling a need for something different, completely opposite of the want to be cowboys that I usually play with. So for the last four Saturday nights I've been finding myself cruising by a new club on the other not so friendly side of town. Their is something pulling me to that place, so very strong that it's almost the first thought to fill my mind upon waking each night.
I'm dressing carefully for this night. From the people I've seen lined up to get in, this place calls for more than tight jeans and a clinging t-shirt. So with the help of my long time female servant Jessica, who's job it is to make sure her mistress looks her best, I get dressed for the evening.
Without asking Jessica always seems to know just what I need to wear. She has chosen for me tonight a short backless dress, the color of a moonless night, which is deeply cut in the front to go along with thigh high stockings and heels to complete the outfit.
It's times like this that I wish I could cast a reflection. To be able to see what other's see when they first meet me. I know from just looking down that the dress clings to my curves and that the deep cut of the dress barely contains my breasts. But I long to see the whole image, the way my long dark hair would frame my face and the spark of danger that would gleam in my dark sapphire eyes. I sigh and think to myself that this is just one small sacrifice out of many that I've had to make due to being immortal.
The night has turned chilly and even though heat and cold don't effect me I have to pretend for the rest of the world that it does. So I let Jessica wrap my cape around my shoulders and step out the door. While waiting on the front steps for my driver to pull around I long to be able to take a deep breath and feel the chill of cool air fill my lungs. It's been well over three centuries since I've felt that chill. I sigh and give myself a mental shake to get me out of this weird mood I'm in before starting down the steps to the car.
Jim my ever faithful servant, smiles as I step to the rear door of the limo he has open for me.
"How are you my sweet?" I ask him as I caress his cheek with my hand.
"Just wonderful Lady Catherine." He says in his smoky deep voice, which was the thing that drew me to him, the first night we met.
Jim gently takes my hand and helps me into the car, making sure I'm comfortable before closing me into the almost complete darkness of the interior. Then with smoothness learned from years of experience he pulls away from the house.
I look out the window, watching the countryside change from green lawns and tree lined streets to the ever-expanding urban sprawl. The closer to downtown we get the more my excitement seems to grow. Feeling my teeth with my tongue I find the excitement has started my canines to lengthen.
"Well I can see that I'm going to have to be careful tonight." I say out loud. So in thinking that it may ease my excitement I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes, letting the music filling the car try and sooth me.
In what seems like only seconds Jim pulls up at the curb just across the street from the club, even from this distance when he opens my door I can already hear the heavy beat of music coming from the place. He assists me from the car onto the sidewalk and I rise up to my full height, turning to look across the street.
"Looks like a full house as usual don't it Jim?" "Yes it does Lady Catherine." He answers. "Be careful while I'm gone. I'll call you when I'm ready to leave."
I turn and slowly walk up the sidewalk, opening my senses and checking for other vampires in the area. I smile when my search turns up empty, meaning that I have no competition to worry about. I cross the street and walk pass the long line of people who are waiting to get in. I can feel their emotions as I walk by, some are upset over the long wait, some wonder who the hell I am to walk to the front of the line and other's laugh, thinking that I won't be able to get in.
I stop at the rope hanging across the entrance and draw the doorman's attention. As he walks over I lock my eyes with his, using my mind to bend his will, commanding him to let me in without asking me any questions. And just like that I've worked my way into Club Raven.
The first thing that hits me when the doorman escorts me inside is the sound. The driving beat is loud enough to cause pain to my sensitive hearing before I can adjust to the sound. The dance mix thumps heavily in my chest and vibrates through out my body as I work my way down the corridor, passing only a few people before I enter the main room of the club.
I can't believe how many people are packed inside as I looked around the smoky room. From the looks of things both levels of the club appear to be standing room only. The huge dance floor was sunk down in the very middle of the first floor and filled to bursting with dancers. The bar was along the left side of the room while booths lined the three remaining walls and bar stools with high rise tables filled the spaces in between. The strobe and colored lights dance wildly about causing everyone to appear as if moving in slow motion. I carefully work my way through the lower level, looking into each face I pass, searching for that special one who will fill my needs this night.
As of yet no one has drawn my undivided attention so I work my way upstairs to the second floor. Up here the crowd is a little thinner but still packed. After making a complete circle around I find an opening along the crowded railing and look down.
The dance floor is still bursting at the seams, as the whole crowd appears to surge as one to the pounding rhythm of the music. My gaze shifts over the group having to dance so tightly together, lovers and strangers, all moving as one, creating waves of movement.
And that's where I found him, right in the middle of that surging sea of bodies, surrounded on all sides by beautiful women. Each woman is trying to capture his attention in hopes of being the one to be his lover tonight. I watch him turning among that circle of beauty and squeeze my thighs together trying to control the throbbing between my legs as he holds each woman's eyes with his, appearing to reassure each one that his attention was never lacking.
Quickly I move down to the lower level, taking my cape off and laying it over an empty barstool. Standing at the top step leading down to the dance floor I find him once again in the crowd. I start moving toward him and the crowd seems to part for me, enabling me to capture each of the women's attention around him. I bend their will easily, forcing them to move away from him. When the last one has gone I step into his line of sight.
I can't get over how attractive he is. His shoulder length hair is as black and shiny as an onyx stone. His eyes so pale a blue you would think they were silver. And his face, his face is a work of art that only an angel could have created, using a mix of soft angles and planes highlighted by a trim beard and mustache.
When our eyes meet I stare into his deeply and even though my lips never move he can plainly hear my voice over top of the music, commanding him to come to me. With him moving toward me my eyes take in the flexing muscles that are covered by a skintight shirt that matches the color his eyes. I feel my teeth start to ache when I glance at that chest tampering down to a trim waist. The music covers my groan when I look down at his well muscled thighs incased in leather pants, which hug his crotch so tightly, showcasing what looks to be a most impressive package.
He finally comes to stop just inches away from being pressed chest to thigh with me. My nostrils flare with the spicy scent of his sweat and cologne as we begin to move slowly together at first, moving only to the fire that is beginning to build inside us, flaring hotter each time we brush against one another.
At last our bodies entwine on the dance floor. The heat surges through me pooling between my legs at the erotic contact of his chest moving against my breasts making my nipples stiffen to the point of pain. His hands move to my hips pulling me closer, wedging his thigh even tighter between my legs. The music's throbs, blending with the beat of our desire, causing us to grind into one another. I know with out a doubt he can feel the heat of my sex on his leather-covered thigh.
Inside me right now my hunger is battling with myself control and my hunger is winning. The feel of my teeth aching and growing is pushing me toward the darkest edge of that hunger, the craving for that darkness pushing me to my limits, testing and teasing me to see just how far I can go before that last thread of control breaks.
I place my shaking hands over top his on my hips and slide them upwards along his arms, over both shoulders before my fingers weave their way through his silky black hair. I lean in bringing our lips close together only to pull back right before they would touch, teasing him with a kiss we both hunger for. I watch his tongue lick his lips and feel the need in my gut clench tighter. After several more times of teasing him this way I finally brush my lips against his. Twice more I only brush my mouth over his before sliding my tongue out to lick his lips.
God he tasted so good.
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his head to a better position. Then I kiss him hard and deep; working my tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth and use my tongue to duel with his.
Before I realize it I bite his lower lip drawing a bit of blood. I feel him jerk when my teeth nipped him and almost lose control right there when the animal in me sensed the fear spike in him. I growl deep in my throat when the taste of his blood hits my tongue. Just a small drop of his blood was enough for his life force to shock my system into almost taking him on the dance floor. Shaking with the last few ounces of control I have, I lick his wounded lip before pulling away.
