Bitten, Bound and Begging - 2

The walk to the vampire district was long. With each step dread filled the teenager; she wasn't sure what she was doing.

At least I am doing something.

The young girl still hadn't managed to convince herself that she was doing the right thing, but it was the only thing she could do. The vampire district was filled with clubs, one being a huge tourist attraction for humans to have close encounters with the supernaturals but to be safe all the same. However, the others were far darker and were for people to find themselves a supernatural, to beg them to take them and let them get lost from the reality they were currently living in.

The second one appealed to Louisa more, even if it terrified her as well.

Having found a shop open on the way, she had changed out of her jeans into something she believed to be more appropriate for this occasion; dressed in a short, leather skirt, thigh-length high heels with a crop top, it revealed her belly button piercing that sat neatly on her toned stomach. The tight top showed her nipples and the tattoo at the base of her back, a pretty design though obviously a 16 year old rebellion she could hide and expose when she wanted. Both were a mark against her father...marks she was too frightened to show him until this very day.

Louisa knew that she wasn't stunningly beautiful even though her clothes suggested as such. However she held confidence and an edge of uncaring what people thought about her; she only had herself, why should she care if people disapproved of her revealing clothing?

What difference would that make to me, exactly?

However the area was beginning to bustle with people, all dressed in clothing that began to make her feel overdressed. She looked amongst them, her heart pounding and expecting to see a vampire...but she couldn't tell the difference between the giggling tourists and the supernaturals amongst their prey. Swallowing hard, she pushed back her straight, dark brown hair as she searched for the club, realising how out of place she truly was here.

Unlike the overstated clubs she had passed, the one she was looking for was quiet, a single door at the front with a bouncer. She had heard of it whilst searching the internet; a true place to lose yourself to your desires. A shiver rolled through her at the idea, even though she wasn't truly sure of what she wanted.

Walking towards the bouncer, he seemed the regard the underage girl with a sense of knowing even as she pulled out her fake ID. He flashed her a smirk, shaking his head at the ID even as he stepped aside; he knew she was underage, but apparently something about her allowed her a pass inside. Perhaps it was her lost look, the fact that she was young and alone...easy prey.

Not allowing herself to think on it, she smiled and moved inside. The beat of the music was heavy and promised seduction as she felt it pounding with her heart.  Moving into the club, her chestnut eyes flashed around however; as she tried to appear confident, it was clear to the vampires within that she was out of her depth here.

The club was thriving as always, but what vampire club wasn't when the promise of danger and untold pleasure and pain was so clear? People of all kinds came here, some out of morbid curiosity, others out of a true desire to belong to someone, even if that someone was a vampire. Others just came for the fun that the wilder edge offered, and that extended from humans to vampires.

Taking in the dark club she almost stiffened at the sight of a vampire sinking their teeth into a man on a sofa to the side, the man's eyes rolling back in clear orgasmic enjoyment. She swallowed hard but narrowed her eyes in determination as she moved towards the bar, unaware that she already had eyes on her.

When she reached the bar she drummed her fingers across it as a nervous habit, but this wasn't her first time at a bar. However this place was far different to what she was used to and she glanced around, half expecting to see someone in a cape or half shifted into another creature but they looked dangerously normal. It didn't reassure her.

Taking the vodka as it arrived she downed it for confidence before ordering something she could sip at, though her attention was on the beat around her. The music begged her to dance, to move in time with it but the dance floor seemed like a dangerous place and somewhere to grab attention that she didn't necessarily want at the moment...but apparently it was too late.

Louisa paused as a body slid in against her side, a voice purring to her, "So what's your story, sweetheart?" His voice was smooth and confident, well practised she would say but it shivered over her pleasantly on its own. Curious, she looked to the new arrival to find herself looking into a pair of half-lidded brown eyes. He had shaggy dark brown hair that was only partially tamed, let loose to fall in waves against his cheeks and shoulders.  She found herself studying the handsome stranger for a moment before regaining herself to look back to her new drink.

"Don't call me sweetheart...my dad calls me sweetheart," she took a sip of her drink, an edge entering her voice as she spoke of her father but it only caused the man next to her to chuckle. He moved one finger to press against the rim of her glass and she paused as it stopped her from taking a drink.

"I'll call you whatever I please, but a sweetheart you clearly are not," he moved closer to her so he could breathe in her ear, and she had to admit the feeling of his breath against her was a pleasant sensation. "But judging by that reaction, I'd be correct in saying that you're not a daddy's girl either."

"What do you want, brownie points?" She released the glass, uncertain of the man next to her and how close he seemed to be as her heart pounded...though she wasn't sure if she was complaining or not as she looked back to him.

His finger began to swirl around the rim of the glass, his eyes staying on hers though still half-lidded. Spreading his lips in a grin then she stiffened as she saw a flash of fangs, "I was interested more in your story, little one, but I also accept dances." His purr was lost to her as she realised that she was talking to a vampire, the first that she had ever met face to face...and she hadn't even realised it. Swallowing hard she looked back to her drink, seeing his amusement in her hesitation.

"Maybe later," her reply was slightly shaky as his hand slid to her arm then from the glass, his fingers closing around her wrist. The hold was gentle but firm and she looked to where he gripped her, uncertain.

"Is there a problem with now? You came to this club for a reason, and it wasn't to mingle with your own kind," he stroked her skin with his fingers, causing shivers to roll down her spine. "They just don't hold the same appeal to a girl like you."

Even with the promise of seduction and fun, the vampire unnerved her and she pulled her hand away, "I just came to have a look." She still wasn't sure why she had come to this place, and now she had the attention of a vampire...

She didn't know if she could handle it, especially as he replied with a smirk, "No one comes just to have a look. Everyone has a reason for coming here, and you didn't come here, dressed like that, and ordering a couple of drinks, just to look around."

Suddenly gripping her stool, he spun her around so that she faced the club, causing her heart to race. Slipping an arm around her shoulders to keep her close, he gestured at the club, "Here, here is your look, babe. But both you and I know that you want more."

She didn't taken in the club as her attention was too focused on the vampire next to her. She knew he was right, she had known before she wanted something from this place but she wasn't sure it was a vampire...was she making a mistake being here? The vampire smirked as he continued, seeming to read her thoughts.

"Just a look will never be enough to satisfy you."

The feel of the vampire holding her close, his arm around her shoulders as she looked out over the club was one that sent her heart pounding...and it seemed that it was never going to stop racing. However, she tried a different tactic with how to handle the vampire whilst she got her head around this; treating him like any other human male that was hitting on her and not a charming vampire that promised pleasure at every touch.

She shrugged, dislodging his arm from around her shoulders, "Don't call me babe either. Learn my name and call me it." Instead of looking annoyed, the vampire smirked at her, his eyes half-lidded as he replied.

"Well if I start asking names, I'd have to start asking if you're legal to be here," he replied, sliding his gaze to her and raising an eyebrow. "Is that a question we really want between us? I for one don't like discussing my age, but names and nicknames are so much fun. Not as much as learning another's movement however."

"Well you're going to have to earn the right to do that," Louisa turned her stool so that she could pull her glass closer once more, sipping at its contents. Her mind was racing even with her seemingly cool exterior...but she was unaware of the fact that he could hear her heart racing in her chest as loudly as she could hear the base of the music.

The vampire turned around with her and folded his arms on the bar next to her as she continued to drink, "You're very cute in thinking that you can treat me like anyone else. Most women would be scrambling over themselves as soon as I flash them a smirk but you..." He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, caressing her skin gently at the same time as he breathed to her. "I like the lip. So I'll play along," he lowered his hand again. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

She was hesitant from his touch but still continued in her reply, "That depends...what are you going to do with it?"

"Well I'm not tattooing it onto myself if that's what you're worried about," he teased. "But if I knew it, I'd use it instead of whatever next cutesy nickname pops into my head tonight. A name is a name; it's not like I can ensnare you with it," he added, raising an eyebrow at her expectantly. "You know, without your permission anyway."

Surprisingly at the mention of ensnaring her she smiled but stayed focused on her drink, "I'm not scared of you ensnaring me with it, sweetlips." However she wasn't confident either, but she was soon distracted from that thought as his lips brushed against her ear.

"But are you scared of me forgetting it?" The sensual touch made a shaky breath come from her but she focused on her response.

"Well perhaps if you tattoo it to yourself you won't have that problem," she kept her eyes on her drink though it was clear she had enjoyed the sensation.

"Only after the third dance," he replied. He trailed his lips to her cheek next, whispering softly to her, "But I would need to know what to put, wouldn't I?" His half-lidded eyes slid up to hers and she found herself caught. Why fight this? Why not take a step and enjoy it? It was just her name, after all.

"My name's Louisa," she whispered eventually, watching as he smiled and closed his eyes, humming softly to the beat. After a moment his smile broadened and he opened his eyes again, focusing on her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Louisa," he breathed against her cheek, nearly thrumming her name. But she tried to stay focus, even if her heart was racing wildly within her ribcage.

"And yours?" She glanced to him but the smile he gave wasn't promising.

"That wasn't part of the deal. I earned the right to know your name, Louisa. In order to know mine, I require a dance," he raised an eyebrow at her, expectant but it was only a hesitation later when she said.

"Just one."

He smiled at her, a knowing smile as he offered his hand to her, "For now." His reply made her heart leap in her chest, and studying his hand, she swallowed hard as she realised she was about to agree to a dance with a vampire...

And the thought only excited her.