The Blood Curse
Chapter ONE
Lights pulsated through the gothic themed club, music blearing from the huge sound systems which covered each wall. Damien sat quietly in a secluded booth in the corner, swirling his lime green drink around with his straw. His raven black hair hung effortlessly over his ivory coloured face, covering his dark red eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking the last few swigs of his drink, he walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the black stools. He knew what he had to do and as much as he hated it, he had to stay alive. Turning to the girl beside him, he flashed an irresistible smile.
“Hello, my name is Damien. And you are?” The girls’ cheeks flushed a deep pink and as if to correct herself, she straightened up.
“Hey handsome,” She replied brushing her curly orange hair away from her face.
'She’s mouth-watering…' He thought to himself, as the scent of her became noticeable.
“My name’s Gabe… How are you?” her voice was low and attractive.
'Shit' he thought to himself 'don’t get attached to the pray'.
Damien took a breath, it was time. He stared straight into her dark green eyes and concentrated hard. Slowly, they became hazy and unfocused.
“I am thirsty. Follow me to the back ally, and don’t say a word.” His deep voice was as soft as velvet, which he knew appealed to the ladies. He got up and started walking towards the back of the club. She followed closely behind.
The back door was conveniently open, Damien was relieved he didn’t have to pick the lock and look extremely suspicious. The night air was cool and dry, the stars where covered by a sky of low hanging storm clouds. Gabe came through the door a couple seconds later.
“Shut the door” Damien said softly, and so she did. Before the spell he put on her broke, he wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her against his body and cocked her neck to the side, showing the main vain in the neck. The pulse of her blood drummed the inside of his ears; her sweet scent flooded his nose. Without any other hesitation, he sank his fangs into her neck and sucked. The warmth of the blood and the taste on his tongue drove him into frenzy, as he sucked harder. The flow of the blood once strong slowed down, and he dropped the body and with a thump, the lifeless young girl hit the dirty ally floor.
“Are you going to clean that up?”
Damien jumped and swung around in the direction of the voice, crouching in a defending stance.
“Settle down it’s just me”
Once Damien noticed the short blonde hair and green eyes, he relaxed and stood up.
“Adrian, you scared me” He laughed, wiping his mouth with a piece of cloth he kept in his pocket.
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