Nightclub "Bloodlust"
Ocean
"Gentlemen, after tonight's show, I would like to invite everyone to my office; I have an offer in mind. And believe me, only a fool could resist it. But for now, I'm proud to present the first rank fifty-five human acquired in the last five decades. So, without further ado, please welcome her with a round of applause. The one I named Ocean." Vladimir jumps off the stage and sits on the chair he deems to be his throne. Everyone seated in the VIP area cheers, thrilled to feast their eyes upon the delicacy during the live performance. Each of these men spends the value of an entire servant to purchase a ticket to a once-in-a-lifetime show.
I step on the stage as carefully as I can. I can't let the vampires know that I'm injured or Vladimir will make my life a pure Hell. The room falls silent, all eyes fixed on me, the bodies of the men almost frozen. Vladimir snaps his fingers and the slow, sensual music booms from the speakers. Some women might feel shy standing in front of a crowd of men, but sadly, the sight is too familiar for me. Each of them eyes me with nothing but lust and desire burning in their eyes. I exhale and hold onto the pole beside me, slowly leaning my body back. Pole dancing had never appealed to me before, but after the stunt Vladimir pulled, I need all the support I can get. I bend my knees and lower my body as my palm moves from my neck down to my breasts. The Count told me to undress but to avoid showing my neck. His request seems a little odd, but I have no say in the matter nor the right to contradict him. My wide hips sway from side to side as I manage to mimic the moves a vampire dancer once taught me. I claw at the pole as I straighten my body and slowly walk around it. Fighting the pain emanating from my ribs, I bite onto my lower lip to distract myself from crying, but the vampires cheer, taking my action as teasing.
I reach for the button of my shirt, undo it and let the fabric slowly slide off my shoulders. I will do anything to avoid further punishment from the Count, even if it means standing before a crowd completely naked. My eyes take in the demonic faces as I slip off the strap of my bra. Before I can reach for the other strap, Count Vladimir jumps up from his seat and stomps towards the stage. My eyes widen in shock, but I don't dare to stop dancing. My body continues to move and bend in seductive poses as the vampire leaps onto the stage. Vladimir snaps his fingers, and the music stops.
"Gentlemen, I see that entertainment has aroused the interest of many. Everyone has had just a mere taste of what is to come. The show is over, for now. Please follow the guards to my office; we will discuss the proposal, the promised surprise, and other details in privacy. Ocean, return to the dressing room and wait for me there." Vladimir's cold words send chills down my spine. The Count had never interrupted my performance like this before; I've been his most prized possession, the most expensive thing to own. If the vampire played his cards wisely, he could become one of the elite members by the end of the year, all thanks to my shows.I am many things but not a fool; I won't linger in the area if Vladimir tells me to leave. I quickly bend down to reach for my shirt but manage to land on my knees and press my hand against the throbbing side. A hiss of pain leaves my lips before I can stop the sound. My eyes fill with tears, but I refuse to let them fall- if the vampire came back, I would rather die than let him break me. Even though my vision becomes blurry, I notice the dark figure on the balcony. Startled, I fight the pain, grab the shirt, and stumble off the stage. I have to get back to the dressing room before a guard, or worse, Vladimir catches me. Whoever is watching me from the balcony couldn't be a person who meant well. As soon as I reach the room, I clench my hand into a tight fist and knock on the door, expecting one of the other girls to open it. Luckily Sally, a fifteen-year-old girl, is the one closer to the dressing room door."Oh God, Ocean, what happened to you?" She gasps and quickly grabs me by the shoulder to pull me inside. "No, come in first." She whispers, eyeing if there's any guard around the locker rooms. When Sally has made sure we have some privacy, she sighs and adds: "We can talk inside, come on, move!" I gladly cooperate with the girl and let the others help me move to the nearest sofa. My body aches, but other than the occasional hiss or faint moan, no other sound passes my lips. As soon as my body collides with the soft seat, I find myself in a somewhat blissful, ignorant state- I forget the things that have happened and enjoy the little comfort given."What on earth has happened to you? Did- did he let them touch you? Ocean, did he?" Sally stutters as her eyes fill with tears. She had always feared what her future would hold. She must work as one of Vladimir's waitresses and ignore the men who try to touch her whenever she walks by, but she still thinks dancers have it worse."He sent me out," I exhale and grab onto the side as the sharp pain spreads around the area of my ribs. It's taking too long for my liking- it's the first time the pain hasn't subsided within a few hours. "I think Count Asshole is going crazy, for real this time. I was on my way back when he showed up to play with the damn remote, and that's not the worst of it. Don't turn your back on him, ever. He almost bit me, but I reminded him he wasn't supposed to, and that's why this happened," I lift myself off the couch to show the girls the enormous bruise on my ribs. "He slammed me into the wall of one of those old brick buildings. I think he broke a few ribs again; at least the cracking sound was pretty impressive." I giggle and continue to pretend I don't feel any pain. I want to claw at the walls and scream my head off, but the girls can't see me like this, especially those afraid of Vladimir.Sally bites her lip and helps me sit back down before she glances at the girl sitting in front of a mirror. "Marissa, get some ice; we need to fix Ocean up. Oh, and don't forget the first aid kit. Who knows what other injuries she might have."With a raised eyebrow, Marissa takes one look at Sally and snorts. "Why would I help her?" She asks as her voice drips with venom. Marissa would help the girls, but not me- she believes that I'm her biggest competition.Sally gasps and stares at the dancer. How can one be so full of venom and jealousy to refuse a helping hand when it's needed? Sally gathers her thoughts and lets out a deep breath before her lips part again. "Because of that time when Ocean took the beating for you! That time when a guard caught you trying to sneak off with that boy!" Sally calmly explains.Marissa crosses her arms in front of her chest and smiles. If there's one thing she loves, it's to be the centre of attention. Though I'm hurt, the girls give Marissa precisely what she wants. "Well, I never asked for her to do that. Besides, I don't believe that it's my fault that I'm the most popular girl here. Vladimir can't stand her guts; no wonder he keeps hitting her, not us!" The words leave her lips as the most regular thing one could say. I can see it in her eyes; Marissa took her chance to savour the aftertaste of the poison she just spewed on everyone.At last, Freya has had enough. She rises from her seat and stomps towards Marissa, and raises her hand above her head. The posture screams nothing but danger. "And yet she did it! She stood up for you and your bullshit! Favourite, huh? Alright, how about I scratch her face and call the guards? Let's see how the Count will react when he finds out a dancer attacked his most prized possession. Do you remember the auction? It doesn't matter, because I remember! He paid five hundred for each of us while he plunked down fifteen million for Ocean. Shall we discuss favourites anymore?" Freya shouts in Marissa's face. Even if I never ask for her help, Freya will stick around and wait until she's needed. She's not the one to get involved in an argument, but for me, she does. Besides, she knows that I heal quickly and can take a lot of pain. We grew up together, well, in opposite cells. I always stuck up for her, and soon Freya returned the favour with the same attitude. Now no one can separate us- Freya owes her life to me, and that is one thing she would never forget.Startled, Marissa jumps up from her seat and whispers, "I'll get the first aid kit," as she runs out of the locker rooms.A chuckle leaves Freya's lips, but her amusement fades as her gaze falls on me. "Where do you think you're going, young lady? You need to rest!" She scolds me as she watches the door, waiting for Marissa to return.
Honestly, any of us wouldn't be surprised if Marissa brought a guard or exposed their attempts to help me, but such an action would backfire- none of us would stand by her side ever again. Marissa is known for her restless nature, and if there were no one there to take care of her, she wouldn't survive for longer than a few days. She likes to think the Count favours her, but her idea is as delusional as it could be. All girls have done nothing but stood up for her, took the blame, and beatings for Marissa's actions. Marissa herself is sure she had never done anything wrong. She is constantly running around telling everyone that the Count is secretly in love with her, and so is she. Her nightly escapes and constant sleeping around with vampires and humans have diminished her value. Now, Vladimir doesn't care about her existence. She is here to serve as his meal once she reaches the age- Marissa will face a huge disappointment about her place at Vladimir's side.Fortunately, none of the girls notices what I find while they gossip. I smile at my friends and shake my head as if everything is an amusing misunderstanding. "Don't mind me; I remembered I have to go to our Count Asshole. I'll be back in a few minutes; wait for me here. I could use some help later," I announce and limp towards the door. Freya and Sally can't help me- if the Count demands to see either of us, we have to go, no matter how we feel or what happens.
I head straight to the great hall, where the vampire spends most of his time. I know Vladimir is in his office, so I can sit down and wait. But as soon as I set my foot in the vast room, Vladimir turns to me and grins. Whatever happened in his office ruined the vampire's mood. Not that I ever cared. I clear my throat and tilt my head to meet his eyes. "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity."Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night.Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits.""Bravo! The passion, the emotion, truly magnificent! I'm so glad I got here in time; only a fool would miss a show like this!"The forbidden auction, nightclub "Bloodlust"VladimirThe bright lights don't overpower the presence of so many influential men gathered for one purpose. Auctions are rare, private ones almost nonexistent; this day will go down in Invictus history. Everything I plan to do is considered illegal under our law, so the men I've invited must be careful.I walk around my office desk, sink into the gigantic leather chair, and clench my fists. "Men, I have invited the best of the best to announce stepping over a major milestone in my life. Today, I will sell my girls, and before you ask, yes, Ocean too." A smirk spreads across my lips as everyone around me cheers, clearly excited to acquire rare goods. However, two men I expected to see didn't appear in the room. The elite vampires had to arrive first, as the balcony exit was closest to my office.
Ocean"Fun fact, darling. When I see red, I don't stop." A tall, dark man stands in the doorway; he crosses his arms in front of his chest. One corner of his lip twitches as if he was about to smile, but the simple act doesn't happen. His presence makes me feel small, but beyond that, fear creeps over me, paralyzing my body - the stranger watched how I killed the Count. Now, even though somewhat free, I will still die at the hands of a vampire. Either way, I will die without a taste of freedom. "Here, let me show you how it's done," the man grins and stomps towards me. My reflexes have always been somewhat sharp, but I don't notice how the vampire snatches the key from my hand and drives it deeper into Vladimir's heart. His laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls like the most beautiful melody.His laughter is strangely hypnotic; I find mysel
Ocean"Welcome home, sweetheart." The blond vampire grins as he opens a heavy-looking door of their enormous house. I have never seen a building this large; even the Invictus building pales compared to this one. How can anyone call such a massive brick building home? Does their entire bloodline live here? "My name is Octavius, by the way," he places a hand where his heart is supposed to be and bows like a true gentleman. "Oh, yes, and this is Kieran," as Octavius introduces his brother, he purposely makes the darker man sound unimportant. Do they have some sort of bad blood between them? The thought makes me smile; at least, I came up with a rather funny line. Maybe one day I'll be able to use it."Thank you? My name is Ocean, but you know that already." Slowly, I enter the house; my eyes widen at the sight of the exquisite interior. There's no hallway leading to other rooms like I've seen in all the places I once visited. Instead, ta
Ocean"They say that I was nearly sixteen when the Count bought me. Honestly, I have no idea how the years are supposed to go; I only know how the day goes. The other girls, well, my friend Freya- she knows how we are supposed to count time, and she takes notes. At the end of each day, she adds another number. The auction was two years ago, so I know I'm almost eighteen now." There are so many things I would rather keep to myself, but the vampires will see that I am lying. There's no proof that Octavius or Kieran won't hurt me if I tell lies, so I decide to tell everything I can. "My biggest mistake was believing in the guard. Before Vladimir took me to his nightclub, he demanded the rank test- whatever that means. I'm not sure if you want to know how it went, but the process was heinous and extremely painful. I thought they were going to draw my blood like they usually do, but instead, they cut out a piece of
Ocean"Come on, sweetheart, don't be like that. Sure, you look cute as Hell, but there's no need to pout like that. I didn't do anything to you, so don't act like I did. Here's a suggestion, since I keep saying the wrong things, how about you ask questions?" Octavius sinks deeper into the chair and makes himself more comfortable. Of course, he expects I will have many questions, but none of them really come to my mind when he wants to answer them right now."Quick, think of something to distract him from the nasty things he's been talking about."I think to myself. I bite my lower lip, and my eyes widen as if a light bulb just appeared over my head. "Tell me more about yourself. I mean, you and your brother seem pretty old, is there anything you remembe
🌶️ WARNING 🌶️The following chapter contains adult content.Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners xOceanKieran isn't nearly as sweet and gentle as Octavius, that I figured. I don't expect him to turn around, grab my wrist, and drag me along like a rag doll. Maybe vampires think they could do anything they please, but hopefully, my resistance proves him wrong. Not that I can win against an ancient vampire, but trying never hurt anyone. Right? I try to ask him where he's taking me, but the answer remains the same. "Mirror room" are the only words he repeats. For someone so short-tempered, Kieran doesn't complain about repeating himself, probably to annoy me.
🌶️ WARNING 🌶️The following chapter contains adult content.Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners xOcean"Shhh, less talking, more learning. You're about to witness a brilliant act of dominance." Kieran sits down next to the chair and leans against my body so that his head almost falls into my lap. When I say I can't move because our bodies are so close, I mean it- I'm literally frozen in place.I nod my head and stare at Octavius. Kieran's right; the vampire wants me to watch him. He wants me to see how much pleasure he's getting from the woman and how much he enjoys the whole act. I swallow down the lump forming i
🌶️ WARNING 🌶️The following chapter contains adult content.Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY.You've been warned, leave now or regret later.Enjoy, sinners xOceanI do everything Kieran suggests. When I get out of the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and enter my new bedroom. I wonder why Kieran encouraged me to return to the room before Octavius is done with his part of the demonstration. Maybe it's because of the things I let him do to me? Were they illegal? My mind wanders to the possible consequences, but before I can think of anything, Octavius calls my name. "Ocean? Darling, are you oka
OctaviusWho the fuck does this man think he is? Isn’t it enough that his stupid presence affects me? I have no idea what’s happening to me, but I’m seriously turned on just by looking at his face. I hate myself for liking him. Alright, maybe liking is a little too harsh, but there’s definitely some attraction I feel towards him. But he’s a darn dog! I can’t look at the dog and find him tempting and sexually attractive. I hate that I almost fell for his games and words. One moment he comes here to talk; then, he demands me to address him by a specific role, and now, he’s pushing all that information on my shoulders. Like fuck I care about anything he wants. On top of everything else, he manages to say the right things and the right time, and it pisses me off even more. I’m an ancient vampire, a part of vampire’s Elite – a higher being who isn’t supposed to be tied to a dog. I belong with other vampires, the same as this guy belongs with his own species. I don’t care about the m
OceanAs vile, brutal and caveman-like Kieran sometimes is, he remains to be a man of his word. Once we caught our breaths and the reality finally hit me, a deep sense of shame filled me. Kieran stood aside and watched how his seed slowly slid down my legs, just like he intended to do, while we could still hear moans and the ruffling of dry leaves around us. Once he satisfied his need to ensure he had claimed me, he helped me to clean up, we used a chance to have a quick dip in the lake, and afterwards, he helped me get dressed. Kieran grabbed my hand and still refuses to release me as we leave the place and walk back to the camp. We don’t talk, both of us have enough on our minds, and quite frankly, it’s easier to ignore the moans and grunts that surround us if we can focus on our thoughts. By the time we get back to the camp, the first thing I notice is the sulking Alpha, walking around and growling at everyone who tries to approach him. “Octavius,” both Kieran and I grunt at
KieranI hope my brother will understand how much he needs the werewolf Alpha and how much the Alpha needs him. It’s irrelevant to me; at this point, but I want to see both of them happy. Just as happy as I am now when I have Ocean back where she belongs - in my arms. She keeps giggling and playfully slapping my back while the men in the camp whistle and call out some encouraging words for me to “get it good.” Never, in a million years, would I think I’d ever find a common ground with wolves, but here I am, carrying my woman and grinning like a fool at the remarks. I feel like I’m their brother, and they’re my closest family. For once, I feel like I fit in. “You should stop wiggling unless you want me to drop you,” I slap Ocean’s ass as a warning. She knows I wouldn’t drop her, but some teasing never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s been quite a while since we last met and held each other, so I’m set on enjoying whatever time we get to spend together. And now, my main priority is to pr
Alpha GillianHow? Just how can a blood-sucking murderer be this enchanting?Could it be part of his predator nature? To make his victims fall for him from the moment they meet so that he can lure them into the vicious claws of death before they notice the danger nearing them?Whichever it is, all I know is that I’m absolutely smitten by the dangerously beautiful creature before my eyes.The moment Kieran tossed his woman over his shoulder and carried her away to mate, I wanted the same thing. I want to feel his smooth, cold skin beneath my fingertips. I want to hear his moans and lose myself in the sounds of pleasure this man would emit because of me. Only me. Yet, as soon as I get inside the vampire’s tent and notice him crawling up in the furthest corner, I remember the vast difference between our species. While I walk under the sun with ease, my lovely mate fears the massive star for how deadly it is to those like him. Carefully, I zip the tent closed and try my best to hide th
OceanOctavius is sorry? For what? I can't blame him for many things since all of us were stuck in an unfair environment. He's a vampire, and he stood above me, but unlike other blood-sucking maniacs, he didn't treat me like the dirt under his feet.I get a feeling that there is more to his words than I think. Whatever bothers him has to be something he deems wrong and possibly some things I didn't notice him doing to begin with. "I assume it's better if I let you talk," I whisper, still a bit unsure if I'm making the right decision or not. Octavius flashes me a sad smile and nods. "Yeah, that would be better. If you have any questions, you can ask them, but first, please let me explain." He appears all sorts of uncomfortable as his eyes dart everywhere but at me. Following his words, I smile and nod. Right now, I have no questions to ask anyway, so there's no point in me speaking up. "I lied," Octavius breathes out. "Or at least, partly," he quickly adds. I raise an eyebrow i
OctaviusMy life just became a bigger mess than I could think it to be. First, the attack on the city, then Ocean's disappearance, and now this?No, the Gods or whatever chooses shit for us has to be shitting me. No way in hell would I ever think of a possibility as such. The things happened too fast for me to grasp them. Here I am, thinking of ways to defend the home I built with my brother, when a massive, stinky dog man invades my personal space. In all honesty, the first thing I thought of was if I have any dog food around, for whatever reasons, but this thing had to be starving and looking for food if it's desperate enough to cross the walls of the Invictus. But then, it starts sniffing me and wraps its arms around me. He can't blame me for my fight or flight response. A dirty animal like that can't touch me. Not only am I a magnificent ancient creature, but also, consent- has he heard of it?When I finally managed to push him away, the monster looked hurt and started mutterin
KieranWe blow up one of the walls without resistance from the guards. No one is guarding the necessary posts, and the city looks a little more dead than it usually does. I know how the Elite sends out their guards to ensure both the safety of the city and the obedience of humans, but today, there are none, as if they're expecting us. I turn to the Alpha and tilt my head towards the empty street. "Is it possible that someone among your people could have warned the Elite?" I ask and instantly understand my mistake. To fix it, I glance over my shoulder and face the men who followed their Alpha. "I'm not talking about warriors; it's more believable that someone with information about pack plans could have sold them to the vampires." "Rodrigo," one of the warriors snarls the name as if it makes him sick. I raise an eyebrow but don't talk, aware he will explain. "There's this guy, Rodrigo; he knows everything about our plans and draws up the maps for us. I know he has some money shit goi
KieranWhat they did for me, I'll never forget it. It doesn't matter that we're supposed to be enemies or that the Elite fed me such information. Werewolves aren't half as bad as we've been told. In fact, I dare to say they are more human than the vampires among whom I've spent far too many miserable centuries. The same vampires who sent me on a mission to die. The same men and women who promised me their unending trust and support. The same damned vampires who claimed to be my family. They forgot all that for nothing, a stupid game of power, wealth and name. No, fuck it, I'll be damned if I'll ever think of those sly creatures as anything but a bunch of traitors. All I can do is hope Octavius isn't part of the grand scheme against me because he'd be the only one I'd feel hurt to lose. He stood by my side through thick and thin, he has always had my back the same as I had his, and we managed to grow as a family- as brothers. It'd fucking suck to have my own brother plunge the k
OceanThe only thing I wanted was to lie down and let my mind process the information. My life changed from zero to fuck me in a matter of hours. First, it was Kieran's sudden disappearance after the Elite sent him on another mission, then the woman I murdered, and as a cherry on top of that cake of insanity- I turned out to be something I've hated and the partial reason for my suffering is the man who claimed me as his.How more messed up can someone's life get than this? And how am I supposed to casually think about these facts, process them, and come to terms with what my life has become?It'd be so much easier if Vladimir still were my owner. Yes, I hated the abuse and that he kept treating me like a piece of shit, but life was what it was for me; nothing really changed. Back then, I didn't think of myself as special or unique; I was just me, Ocean, the enslaved human. All I had to do was follow the orders and complete the tasks Vladimir gave me. But today, I'm not even a human