The Lure of a Vampire

“Dance with me?” Max asked kindly as he migrated Chastity through the crowd.

“I don't know how to dance,” Chastity admitted quietly, looking around frantically as if at any moment one of the vampires would attack. She knew Max was strong but doubted he was strong enough to stand up to one hundred vampires.

Max used the hand that was on her waist to soothe her, massaging her hip gently as he pulled her closer to him, “I'll teach you how but you have to relax.”

“I can't,” Chastity whispered. “I'm so fucking scared right now and your father did not help the situation along. What if they attack me… What if they attack us?”

“No one would dare, not even my father.” Max snarled angrily before taking a deep breath, “I am sorry for his behavior, sometimes I think he forgets that humans are fearful of us. He doesn't spend much time worrying about their feelings and is not normally so… overbearing.”

“Pfft. Fearful is an understatement,” Chastity scoffed as Max whisked her into his arms and began to move. Chastity wasn't sure what type of dance they were doing but Max moved with such fluidity that she felt like a complete klutz as she stomped all over his feet. “Max, I don't think this is a really good idea.”

“Hush, Bride, let me enjoy this for a bit longer,” he sighed as he pulled her even closer so their bodies were pressed against one another.

Slowly, Chastity fell into step with Max until the two of them were spinning through the room majestically. The motion of the dance was soothing and the feel of his arms around her chased away all her fears, making her feel protected. With a deep sigh, Chastity laid her head against his solid chest just as the music winded down into something much slower.

“Oh, aren't the two of you just so lovely,” a woman's high pitched shrill sounded from over the music.

Immediately, Chastity extracted herself from Max’s gasp to turn towards the woman who approached them like a heat seeking missile.

“My, my Max she is beautiful. You have done so well for yourself,” the woman continued once she stood in front of Chastity, examining her with interest. “But she is a bit young for you, isn't she? What, only eighteen or nineteen human years?”

“I'm sixteen,” Chastity muttered as Max once again settled an arm around her, his hand resting on her waist.

“What do you want, Ambrea?”

“To meet your lovely Bride, Maximus even if she is still just a child. Oh and to catch up with you, it's been quite a long time since I've been able to catch your attention. It seems now that you have claimed your Bride the giant wall of females that always surrounded you has dissipated.”

Chastity could not help but feel the slightest bit jealous at Ambrea’s words. Hearing about his past conquests, having them thrown in her face made her feel inferior and want to stake her claim on Max. If she was going to be his, he should be hers as well.

“That proverbial mountain will be gone… forever,” Chastity snapped as she gripped Max's arm tighter, pinning the beautiful woman with a glare. No doubt Max had fucked her too which only made her more bitter and wonder if there wasn't a woman he hadn't slept with, if she was just another name he'd add to the list.

Ambrea smiled brightly, it was a million dollar megawatt smile that was no doubt keeled men over where they stood. “Kitty has claws it seems,” The vampiress drawled in amusement before saying, “Don't you worry a pretty little hair on your human head. I'm not interested in Maximus for anything more than passing conversation.”

Despite her words, Chastity couldn't help but be ruffled still, Ambrea was the epitome of beauty; petite body, beautiful brown hair and sultry hazel eyes, “Forgive me if I don't believe you.”

Even as the woman laughed Max snapped, “That's enough, Chastity.” Then he grabbed her arm, pulling her over to the wall closest to the entrance of the ballroom. “Stay here, I will take to Ambrea and then we'll return home.”

Chastity didn't say a word to him, she just crossed her arms over her chest and pinned him with a glare as he returned to where Ambrea stood. It was hard to watch the woman snake her arm around Max and lean in closer until those ruby lips of hers brushed his ear.

Having enough of watching the romantic rendezvous, Chastity decided she didn't have to stand there and be forced to see them touching. She was his Bride, or so he claimed, and if that meant letting him paw at another woman he had another thing coming.

Stomping out of the ballroom, she tried to escape the hustle and bustle of the party, her anger and betrayal soaring to new heights.

Sniffling against the tears that were forming in her eyes, she tried to guard her heart against the pain. She was falling in love with Max, she couldn't deny it. He was kind and affectionate, when he wasn't being bipolar, and he had a smoking hot body she'd come to admire but seeing him with a fellow vampire who was one hundred times more attractive than her hurt.

She knew loving him would only bring pain, but she never imagined it would be as bad as it was. Having lost herself in thought, Chastity had wandered through the winding, stone walled hallways until she had no clue how to find her way back to the ballroom.

Minute by minute Chastity became more frantic, running through the halls until her breathing came out in pants and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. “Max!” she screamed as stumbled, the heel of her shoe snapping, spending her crashing to the floor.

Chastity connected violently against the stone floor, her head hitting the ground hard enough she saw stars. Disoriented, she groaned and lifted herself just enough to sit in a puddle of purple fabric as tears leaked from her eyes. Her ankle throbbed in unison with her aching head, and she felt a trickle of warm blood inching it's way down her temple.

“What do we have here,” a male voice taunted from the shadows only a few feet away from where she sat injured, “Looks like I found myself a midnight snack.”