I would like to thank AsylumSeeker for kindly taking on a rookie hobby writer like myself. He did a grand job in editing my first few tentative steps into this writing world. (don't hesitate to read his work here on Lit., I know I've enjoyed reading them myself)
Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter One: Meeting One Another.
The four girls entered The Vixen, feeling the beat of the music and instantly they made their way towards the bar. The smallest of them separated from the group and went looking for a vacant booth. Luckily the little redhead came across a group of people just leaving theirs and she hurried to claim the booth successfully.
She kept looking over the dancing crowd in front of her, trying to get a glimpse of her girlfriends. A few minutes passed before her friends finally found her.
“Bron, you sure have some luck with those booths, you always manage to get one!” Fran said while settling herself next to her friend and handing her over a strawberry vodka. The other two girls settled themselves on the other side of the table, hugging their drinks.
“Well Fran, here's to your new job, chin chin,” Mia said, lifting up her drink towards the middle of the table. “Hope it turns out well and maybe you can get
lucky with one of the office jocks,” she added with a mischievous smile.
“Mia!!!” Fran gasped, she shouldn't have been surprised, it was just like Mia to be so blunt and straightforward about things. “You know I don't mix work with my private life, so keep on dreaming. But cheers anyways, I really hope this job works out fine.”
“Chin chin nonetheless Fran, it came from Bron. It's well deserved,” Lis continued, knowing how long all those interviews took. “You'd think you'd be working for the government by the end of them.”
“That's true, it was a long haul but I got the job in the end. So it's only justified that I treat myself on a night out with you gals and celebrate. As of Monday I'm starting my new career,” Fran continued excitedly. “But come on, we didn't come here to sit here all night and talk about my new job, we're here to celebrate. Let's hit the dance floor!!!”
Grabbing Bron she started to slide out of the booth but Bron pulled back her arm. “You know I don't dance hun, just let me soak up the atmosphere.”
“Party pooper,” was Fran’s quick reply. Giving a little wink she grabbed the other two and they made their way to the dance floor. The beat of the new Black Eyed Peas song erupted from the boxes and it didn't take long for the girls to find their dance groove.
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From the moment she walked into the club Nick was aware of her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He could feel the shivers going down his spine, his senses went into overdrive. Slowly he kept following the foursome, noticed one going away in the direction of the booths in the back of the club. Holding his bottle of beer he followed the one girl, confident the others would show up there pretty soon.
Settling against the wall in one of the darker corners he chuckled to himself.
Of all places I have to find my mate in my brother’s club. The irony.
Scouting the people around him he let his thoughts wander a bit. He was really surprised when he felt his wolf howl in appreciation when he saw the four entering the club. He knew straight away which one was destined to be his.
175 years old and only now I come across my one true mate. To make things even more complicated she is full human. I have to get to know her, gain her trust. I've waited long enough.
He pushed back his wolf who was getting more and more excited and he explained to him it wasn't the right time, that they needed to have some patience with her. Reluctantly the wolf backed down.
Still eyeing the booth he saw the other girls joining the first one. Observing them he noticed they were celebrating something. If it wasn't for the loud music he could have heard what it was about, but even his more sensitive senses had their limits in this kind of place.
Just when he made up his mind to approach the group the tall brunette got up, trying to coax the little one with her, to no avail. He saw the other two following her to the side of the dance floor.
Putting his beer aside he decided it was time to make his move. Stalking his way around a few people it only took him a few seconds to find her swaying to the upbeat tempo of the song. He drank in the sight of her, feeling his groin stir as well. He started dancing to the music as well, moving in as close as he could behind her. Inhaling deeply he smelled strawberries, it suited her, he thought as he smiled inwardly.
All of a sudden one of the other party goers crashed into the girls in front of him. The other two managed to stay upright but he moved in fast grabbing her before she completely toppled over.
Damn she feels so perfect against me.
Holding her firm but gently he kept her there for a while longer, making sure she found her footing again.
He heard the music change into a slower song. Bending down slightly he brushed away her hair and whispered, “How about you turn around and let me have this dance as a little thank you for keeping you safe?”
He felt her tense up for only a few seconds before he felt her turning around, noticing the encouraging nod she got from her two friends who started making their way back to their booth.
When she finally looked up at him he was at a loss for words, he already knew she looked gorgeous, but up close she was stunning. There wasn't much makeup to be found on her face, one thing he liked instantly. Bright green colored, almond shaped eyes looked up at him. Natural colored lips were slightly parted.
“Sure,” she managed to answer, “that's the least I can do, mister.”
“Nick's the name.” Moving her closer to him he let one hand rest just above her delicious bum and the other hand trailed under her hair towards her neck, cupping her head ever so lightly. “And what's the name of the damsel in distress I rescued?” he whispered in her ear, slowly moving them about to the sensual slow beat of the song.
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