Kenneth nodded and smiled again, this got an even deeper shade of red to blossom onto the girls cheeks and she turned away from him. How does anybody communicate with anyone these days? Kenneth turned toward the almost attractive one. Her blond hair was set in curls and waves that fell down over her shoulders and rested nicely on her chest. She wore a deep maroon dress, if you could call it that. It was strapless and left her shoulders bare. The fabric of it came down to just barely cover her butt. She could have worn nylons, or pantyhose, but didn’t and her shoes were four or five inch heels, with no platform. It was a flattering dress if all she wanted to do was advertise her sexuality.
“And what about you, my dear, what brings you to this place of darkness and sound?” He said the last part as he swung his arm out to indicate the club.
The girl shrugged, forcing her bust to shift in the fabric of the dress, and looked behind her to a man who was standing protectively close to her behind the couch that her and her friends had occupied.
Kenneth let his gaze drift upward to the young man and smiled warmly at him. This only caused the scowl on his face to deepen. He took a step forward and rested his hand on the couch very close the girl’s hair. And who ever said chivalry was dead?
Kenneth let the conversation continue around him. The girls were blushing and giggling and the men were beginning to relax a little. There wasn’t much being said and Kenneth didn’t care one way or another. The thumping of the music below was starting to give him a head ache though. The flashes of strobe and laser light weren’t helping. He needed to wrap this up.
The blonde was still sitting in her dress being lorded over by her boyfriend. He could have taken any one of the girls but the attitude of this guy was something that he really wanted to take care of. And that made her the sweeter target. He smiled at her and she blushed. He leaned in toward her, holding her gaze with his own. “Come with me.”
He stood up and the girl immediately followed. The club’s music had been working on her subliminally since she arrived. It calmed the brains auditory reflex and dulled the operations of the prefrontal cortex. This made the subject extremely susceptible to him and his House’s ability to dominate the minds of humans.
The boyfriend immediately gripped her arm and stood in his way. Kenneth almost laughed in the boy’s face. The young man stood his ground though and tried to force the girl to get behind him. He was very protective of his things.
Kenneth slowed his movements down so that the boy could see and understand just how fast he really was. Seeing the look on the boy’s face as he watched his wrist and hand being grabbed, a vise like pressure applied, and then twisted up to near breaking point, was sublime. The boy bit out a scream as Kenneth pushed the young man into the back of the couch and threw him over it. His feet flipped up in the air and hit the ground hard. All the boy could do was sit there and hold his sore hand and try not to cry out. Instead, he shot a look of pure hate and outrage at him. Kenneth turned around and placed his hand on the small of the girl’s back guiding her away from the couch.
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The rest of the group had seen the display and no other guy was going to stick his neck out for their friend’s girlfriend. Instead, they rushed over to the boy and helped him up onto the couch as one went to the bar for either ice or another drink.
With the drama of the night over, he led the girl to a solid steel door and punched in the access code. The girl was still cognizant of what was going on, she wouldn’t be able to do anything other than follow him, but she was aware of what was going on around her. He wondered if she felt pity or joy that her over protective boyfriend had just got his proverbial ass handed to him. The door swung open silently and he entered the room leading the young woman.
It was more of an open space than a room. There were several exits and the place was warmly lit and comfortable. There were chairs and a leather couch, several tables to sit and entertain at. It was a lot like any other VIP lounge he had been in, except that here, once he closed the door behind him, the music and noise from the club was blessedly drowned out. His ears rang with the sudden silence. He looked behind him and the girl too was blinking heavily at the sudden light of this new environment.
He took a moment to just enjoy the silence of this sanctuary. The girl stood there. The floor was a sealed concrete which made clean up very easy. There were two guards in the room. Their bulk and dark skin were a deep contrast to the softness of the room. They were there to make the victims feel safe and secure. The horrors that those men must have witnessed here…
Without a word Kenneth turned and forced the girl up against the wall. His hands pressed her head to the side and combed her hair back behind her. The girl didn’t even have time to scream before his teeth sank into her soft flesh.
Her aborted scream was more of a moan of lust and pleasure, cut off as the delicious sting of his bite finally registered to her. Her blood was not as infused with alcohol as he thought, she was a good girl. The thought that such a creature had wasted herself on that asshole that he had dispatched made him a little angry, but the flow of her warm blood down his throat was an anger erasing ecstasy.
The remaining stiffness in his previously damaged knee dissipated rapidly as he felt his body repair itself. It was a tingling feeling, as if every cell in his body had rushed, en mass, to the site of his injury and was repairing it at lightning speed.
The feeling of becoming whole and the sheer joy of drinking this girl’s blood lasted far too long. Kenneth ripped his mouth away from the girl’s neck. The two puncture holes he had made trickled blood but were already healing themselves. The girl was very pale and she was gasping for air as if recovering from an orgasm. The girl’s eyes fluttered and her knees gave way. She would have collapsed to the ground if he hadn’t caught her. He had drunk too much.
He let her fall to the ground and made his way across the room to one of the exits. As he left, he told one of the guards, “Get her to a healing house, she doesn’t have very long.” Kenneth made his way onto the street and got back into his car.