I slowly moved with the rhythm of the music rotating my hips to make the short flaring skirt swim across the front and back of my thighs. The looks I was getting were enough to set my cunt to throbbing all by it self, but that is not what I was after tonight.
Tonight I wanted a victim someone to share my lust for blood with, preferably against his or her will. At this time of night though, anyone would do. I slowly moved my head to look over my shoulder to glance around the room. With my cheek on my shoulder to make it look apart of the dance, I surveyed my prey with relish.
Across the room and behind a bolted down table sat a buxom blond just like you read about in the smut magazines your father thinks is hidden under the bathroom sink. She was looking around the room eying first one person then the next like they might bite her if she moved; she had no idea how close the truth that actually was. She looked a little out of place with the attitude she was exhibiting in a bar like this one.
For a moment, I wondered if maybe she was a teenager out for some fun. A little danger I like, jail time though was a most definite turn off. I made my way closer while continuing my undulating dance across the floor. As I watched, I kept noticing her hands disappearing beneath the table and grinned to myself. Naughty little slut I thought to myself she is getting off just watching people dance. Those made all kinds of slinky things move through my morbid brain. Closer now I stopped dancing as soon as I had her attention. Her eyes came up and met mine like a bomb clicking slowly in its countdown I noticed what I hadn't before now.
I had just enough time to whisper, "Shit!"
As I tried to turn and run. A hand on my shoulder stopped me instantly and I turned back toward her keeping my eyes firmly on her collarbone.
Speaking in that awful but soft voice Charlotte Quinn scraped my eardrum saying, "Evening Val or is that what your still calling yourself these days?"
I squirmed under her gaze trying hard not to look straight at her. How was I going to explain being in her territory without getting my ass in a sling this time I thought?
"I thought you were dead Charlotte or I would not have come here. How I didn't feel you I don't know, but I know you're not strong enough for that so Pride must be around some place. He never strays from you far enough for turd to drop if I remember correctly," I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Slowly she looked me up and down. I new I had crossed a line but I was irritated and when that happens its ass over alligators: I'm going in to get my ass kicked.
"Pride is close Val," she said snottily, "but not to worry your safe for now I am just here to deliver a message."
"And what might that be?" I inquired sarcastically.
Slowly she smiled her lips sliding across her teeth in a full fanged smile. I thought, " This can't be good."
"Prejudice sends his greetings," she said slowly as I felt what little blood I had drain to my feet.
" Okay I said, what else? Prejudice would not send only that as a message to me after what happened. He hates me with a passion and will not speak to me unless it's to make sure the comment stabs my ego," I stated a bit self-righteously.