Love at First Cut...? Excuse Me, but I'm So Not Your Bloodmate

“Dude! Don’t burn my ear off with the curler!” Stephanie joked as I attempted to put curls into her hair.

“I’m sorry, but again; you’re making the girl that’s never touched a curler in her life, curl your freaking hair!!” I retorted.

She just laughed at me, while Tessa did her makeup.

“Don’t move Stephhy! I don’t want to poke you in the eye!”

“Girls never stop whining!” Stephanie’s little brother commented as he passed the open doorway.

“SHUT IT TOMMY!” Stephanie yelled, attempting and epically failing to throw a pillow at her annoying brother.

I laughed.

“You’re so lucky you’re the youngest of 3 girls.” She whined.

“Nah, Sam and I do the exact same thing.”

She laughed. “Figures.”

I finally finished doing the bouncy curls all over Stephanie’s head.

Tessa’s hair was too short to really curl, so she kept her hair straight with me.

Tessa borrowed one of Stephanie’s dresses. But because Stephanie and I hung out so often, half my wardrobe was at her house, and vise-versa.

So I grabbed a good-fitting dark purple dress of mine, applied light purple eye shadow, and black flats.

Stephanie wore a pretty navy blue dress, a pearl necklace, and black flats as well.

Tessa, on the other hand, wore a red dress with black heels. Pore girl was fairly short.

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“Shall we party?” I finally said, after we double-checked our appearances.

“We shall” Tessa giggled.

“Yes, indeed.” Stephanie agreed, as we started for her car.

We were going to meet Bobby and Lance at a restaurant down the street from the club.

“Do you think that the new kid will be there tonight?” Tessa asked, like a little girl in a candy store.

“God. I hope not.” I said, aggravated. He would ruin my night.

I was going to hook up, and make out.

That was the goal. I didn’t squeeze into this dress for nothing.

We played more music as we made our way to the restaurant. It was Italian, simple- not anything too fancy.

I don’t do well trying to be all polite, or being someone I’m not. It’s pretty horrific.

We stepped out of the car to see the guys dressed in collar shirts, texting on their phones; waiting for us at the front door.

Lance looked up first, and smiled cheesily at us. His hair was actually out of his face, and it was a little weird. He greeted us all, but I couldn’t help but stare at his hair, slicked back.

“Derrian?” He cocked an eyebrow, like he always does, and this time I could see the top of the arch. GASP!

Speaking of so… it needs some tweezing.

“Derr?” He was now waving a diligent hand in front of my face.

“I can… I can see your forehead…” I stated dumbly.

Everyone cracked up laughing. “Yeah, I’m Red-ay for the lay-days.” He smirked haughtily.

“That was sad and lame.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes as he opened the door.

Lance and I had an odd relationship. We grew up together. He didn’t live that far from me.

Bobby had already called ahead, and the hostess led us to our table.

“I’m starving for some pizza!” Tessa chimed as we looked through our menus.

“Agreed.” Stephanie said, licking her lips. I couldn’t help but agree. Cheese is my favorite.

“Cheese then?” Lance suggested. I smiled at him. Man, he knew me well.

Everyone nodded. We soon ordered our drinks and a large cheese pizza.

The waitress walked off, after being a little flirty with Lance.

“You girls are certainly looking spiff.” Bobby commented.

“Thanks.” We said in unision.

“Well, I wouldn’t look so great with out Derrian’s help.” Stephanie smiled, smoothing out her dress.

“Yea. You owe your life to me.” I teased.

She rolled her eyes.

We chit-chatted here and there about things, until our food came.

Tessa was fully content with her pizza.

I was glad that Heath Baredell hadn’t come up in our conversation. So much so, I acted like he didn’t exist. He was just a figure of my imagination.

We caught a cab with the boys to the new club. Made me feel like we were in New York city or something, though Virginia was far from that.

The line was backed up outside. Everyone dazzled up in different evening wear.

“Are we allowed to get it? Are we old enough?” Tessa asked, frantically eyeing the body guards.

“Chill girls.” Lance smiled cheesily. A smile I knew all too well.

It meant plain trouble.

Bobby and Lance traded their 5th grader high five, before pulling out a bunch of IDS.

FAKE IDS.

Stephanie smiled at her picture. Hers says she was a model. Age: 21. Just the right age.

Tessa was a sufficient professor at a well-known University. Age: 22.

Lance was a professional skateboarder (go figure). Age: 24.

Bobby was a country club owner. Age: 23.

As for me?

I was a fat McDonalds worker. Age: 25. The oldest of the group.

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!?” I protested, looking at my ID.

“I so do not look twenty five, and I’m not going to be flipping hamburgers all my life.”

I fumed with anger. Lance just smiled innocently, and ran to go get in line.

“YOU BETTER RUN!” I chased after him.

I was now very glad I decided to wear flats instead of heels.

“COME HERE!” I reached out to grab Lance’s neatly ironed dress shirt, but he dodged me, and started cutting his way through the line. People were now yelling at us, and complaining. Though I heard a few wolf-whistles every now and then.

Before I knew it we were in the front of the line, with the rest of the gang not far behind.

I grabbed Lances arm just in time. But the sudden feel of hard eyes on me made me halt from killing him.

“IDS please.” The deep voice commanded.

I looked up into the red-yes red- eyes of two huge bodyguards.

Their rigid stares had me holding my breath.

I couldn’t move, so I didn’t know how Lance managed to give them his ID.

The body guards massive arm took the ID and read it over. I was ready to scream.

They looked like stone, stiff and lifeless. Like they could kill you with just their intent stare alone.

I tightened my grip on Lances arm, without really noticing. He cupped his hand over my own on his arm. As if to comfort me, and I would have considered it an awkward move by him. But my body was numb with patience.

He handed the card back to Lance, and told him to go in.

I felt the breath I had been holding release immediately. The other body guard then looked at me, for my ID. I handed it to him. He looked at the picture, then looked at me. He cocked an eyebrow, and I felt the sweat build on my forehead.

“Jenny Craig Diet.” I answered, scratching my head and smacking my gum as if to look more pathetic. To match my ID.

He returned it and let me in. So I entered.

The place was amazing. Black lights dimly lit the walls, and bright lights of different colors lined the stage, where the DJ mixed up different songs, and played them through the HUGE speakers located on every wall. I could feel the bass hit my feet and dance with my heartbeat.

The place was three stories tall, and had people dancing everywhere. On the balcony, on the tables, and on many of the different leveled stages.

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Women were dancing almost inhumanly to the rhythm up in metal cages, hanging in the air. They had different masks on with skimpy outfits.

I felt everyone else join us with awed gazes.

“Let’s dance!” I heard Stephanie say behind me.

I smiled, as she took my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor.

I let the beat take control from there on out. We squeezed in between tight groups of people, until we were near the middle. Tessa was not far behind us, as all three of us danced to the music.

Grinding, jumping, twisting, pop-lock-and-dropping-we never stopped.

That is until boys started noticing us.

First Stephanie was plucked off-go figure. She’s the prettiest.

By a tall guy with dark hair, and big muscles.

He took her off, but not too far where we couldn’t find her.

Then Tessa was gone. A tiny boy with dirty blonde hair asked her politely to ‘accompany him’ to get a drink. She accepted feebly, and I was left alone.

I looked around for one of the guys to maybe hang around if they didn’t have dancing partners. I thought I saw someone that looked like Lance disappear behind a wall-stealthily.

Curious, I followed. I came upon a deserted, dark corner of the club, and it looked like it was just another wall. I thought about going back, but like Pandora’s box, I couldn’t let it slide.

I could have sworn I saw Lance- or whoever it was come to this exact spot…

I felt the wall, to where it looked like it disappeared, and almost fell. It was then I realized it was a tight passageway, leading to places of the unknown…

Places of the unknown? Hell, I sound like Nancy Drew.

You certainly have to be skinny to fit in here. I thought, as I almost fit perfectly into the passage. It became pitch dark, and you could faintly feel the beating bass of the club now.

I almost felt like turning around.

Almost…

Finally after what felt like hours, candlelit dimly lit the cold stone passage.

Then I came upon a door. Just a simple wooden door. Above it read a sign, in faint cursive.

“THE VEIN DRAIN: CAPA VAMPIRO”

What did that mean? Damn me for not taking Spanish yet.

I lightly opened the door, and immediately it hit me.

It was pitch dark, except for strobe lights, and candlelight.

Smoke of some sort clouded my lungs and stung my eyes.

The stench of metal filled my nostrils, mixed with cologne and sweat.

I almost fell back by the sudden wave that filled my senses.

My eyes soon adjusted to the dark, and my eyes slowly stopped stinging. The stench was still odd, but tolerable.

I looked around for Lance but he was nowhere in sight. I hesitantly headed toward the dance floor.

What was this place? And why was it so separate from the other part of the club?

I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone here danced with such grace, such timing that it was as if they had danced to this song since they could walk. But every song was like that.

I felt the brush of someone walk by me and I jumped. It was two girls. Tall, slim, pale, and beautiful they were, one with long locks of blonde hair, and thick maroon lipstick. The other had a low pony-tale full of perfect curls, and the dark makeup she had around her eyes made her dark hazel eyes eccentric with color.

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The blonde one looked me square in the eye, and her stillness eerily reminded me of the bodyguards.

I looked away, and timidly tried to find anyone I knew down here. It couldn’t be that hard could it.

I even tried to dance to the beat like they did. And for some reason it felt like everyone’s eyes were on me.

But every time I looked in the direction I felt there were stares, no one was looking back.

I passed what looked like another bar, but was highly advanced. They had tubes running from the ceiling full of red liquid.

Maybe it was wine. The bartender also had those creepy red eyes, and he was mixing different red liquids together, shaking them up, etc.

The tubes were labeled: A,B,AB,O.

Why did those sound familiar? Anyways, I didn’t particularly want whatever everyone was drinking. It just looked like it was serious stuff, the way they chugged it down in one gulp and aggressively asked for more.

I tried finding shelter in little rooms surrounded by curtains until I found out people were having sex in them. I held in my screams and ran to the closest wall near the dance floor.

I breathed heavily, trying to find where I had come in, in order to make an escape.

Why was I always so curious?

Curiosity killed the cat. My brain mocked me, but all I wanted was to find the exit.

I spotted it, and was about to go to it, until someone tapped me on my shoulder.

I turned around, to see a man about a foot or two taller than me staring down at me. His face was half-hidden by the shadows.

His skin tone was pale as marble, and hardened. His lips were a faint pink that barely showed out from his lips.

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“Are you here alone?” He whispered to me.

“Uhm, no. My friends are somewhere around here.” I replied, eyeing the exit door.

“I don’t smell them though.” He cocked his head to the side and breathed in deeply.

“Excuse me?” What is he a crack sniffing dog?

He grabbed my hand rather forcefully.

“Will you dance with me?” I stared at the hand that was almost painfully grasped around my own.

He noticed and loosened his grip, smiling at me. The brightness of his teeth was almost hypnotizing. He then bent down and kissed my hand gently.

I knew it was wrong. I knew this place was like another dimension, and I knew that the look he gave we seemed very dangerous, but it was like I couldn’t say no.

It was all I could do not to give him anything he wanted. His green eyes were like a drug, something I couldn’t bare to say no to.

Sweet Dream by Beyonce started to play and the way it fit into my situation was scary.

He was a Beautiful Nightmare.

He spun me around, and did that thing were he breathes in really deep. Then he smiled almost animalistic at me, and I shuddered under the dreamy haze that surrounded us.

He stepped with me, gracefully without any sign of hesitation; again like he had done it many times before.

I was like a rag doll, at his mercy, and I think he knew it.

He then turned me so my back was against him.

I felt long hair tickle my neck, and his cold breath brush my collar bone.

Why was I allowing this? Why couldn’t I escape?

SOMEONE HELP ME!! I could feel myself screaming bloody murder in my head, and fear emanate from my body. But my mind wouldn’t give the orders to run away.

HEATHS POV.

It was the opening night of my club.

A perfect chance to find her.

I had been wandering around the upper level at the humans. Just to make sure none of them went to the forbidden basement.

Now it was time to find my woman.

I had gone through the possibility that she might be here with another man, but we would fight. And I would win her, because no one desires her like I do.

And it was highly likely that she’ll be bitten by said ‘man’ as well, that’s when her blood will call to me and I’ll finally know who she is.

I had been training my brain to handle it. I hadn’t forgotten my plan to get rid of her.

I felt bad for killing a woman; even so one of my own kind- but I wasn’t suited for a relationship. Never was.

But this is only if I find her.

And god let’s hope I find her. Or I might go crazy.

I wonder if it would be painful to dance with other girls.

Many girls here are dressed in outfits my mother would never approve of.

I smiled. All the more reason to take advantage of the fact that my mother is not here.

I retreated to the vampire layer in the basement. The smell of blood tickled my nose. But suddenly just smelled like metal to me. A putrid liquid that seemed to burn my throat every time I drank it.

But I was going to ignore that tonight.

It was opening night. Time to party.

I found a pretty little blonde over in the corner. She saw me coming, and like they all do, swoon at my sight. I was one of the more attractive vampire males there were. Though we were all utterly breathtaking. Not to boast or anything.

Ah, who am I kidding. I’m boasting away.

I grinding with the girl, and I could feel her ass rub up against my front side, and I would have liked to say it felt good, that I could orgasm, and dance-f*ck her all night, but I was getting a little nauseous. It was all wrong I couldn’t explain it. Here felt like the last place I wanted to be. I sniffed the air. Nothing She wasn’t here. Or she hasn’t bled.

I was so out of my mind, I thought about making the entrance into the club mandatory that you prick your finger. But that’s stupid. Crazy talk.

I barely noticed everyone turning and staring at something. Or the fact that the girl was begging me to feel her up.

She was beautiful, and I couldn’t see myself doing anything with her.

But if-WHEN my bloodmate dies, because she will- I’ll be sure to come find this girl again, and show her what I’m capable of. My mind was just- not with me…right now.

I sighed. I breathed deep again, hoping that maybe it was just an abrasion, and the blood was barely raised to the surface.

No luck. But something did smell up the place. It smelled like human, and it smelled like fear. And I could also smell the male testosterone so she must be pretty.

Too bad she wasn’t my bloodmate.

I could tell she was going to die. The predatory was thick in the air.

I saw a guy shoot across the dance floor. I had seen him around before. But didn’t know his name.

The girl grabbed my front side and whispered in my ear.

“Let’s get behind one of those curtains.” I figured what was the use? Hoping in the back of my mind that I could have a good time for once.

I followed her through the crowd.

The stench of fear and dreamity filled the air. Dreamity was a words used to describe when a vampire puts a human under a spell. So that they’ll do what they want, or not run away when we feed. It made things easier.

Everyone was licking their lips ready for the vampire to kill his prey. Not really interested, but curious nonetheless, I turned to see what human this was.

I felt my stomach drop.

Ah shit, rock girl was here. As if I couldn’t get away from her at school.

Then reality hit me. Rock girl was about to die.

I tugged my hand away from … wow. I didn’t even know her name.

I pushed my way through the crowd. I saw him retract his teeth. Murder was about to fill the room. I began to run, but when I was about to reach her.

Her guy-friend showed up.

What’s his name? Lance?

And he seemed… pissed that someone was touching her… how odd.