Feeding from Lorenco every night upon rising made both of them happy, though often he was late for the club and would get there just before opening. Anilia was always there, dressed in her usual goth attire which exposed more than should be allowed.
Usually she came to him, and he would Kiss her, though drink just enough to satiate the small hunger that he always seemed to have around people. It was a gnawing, dull ache, that he felt like he wanted to drink from them all. He felt, though, that his eyes were bigger than his stomach, and that he was only allowed so much blood. Someday he’d have to test it.
This time, Bomber went to Anilia. He liked to feed in privacy, so he came in and shut the door. She was head to toe in black lace, with tears strategically placed. It looked so thin and fragile that if you blew on it it would split. She still wore stilettos, and a leather belt with loops, attached which was a riding crop and a pair of silver chains. Her black taffeta skirt wasn’t even a skirt, it looked like a sash around her waist. She looked up at him, eyes painted like an Egyptian and red cornrows on one side of her head. “Why, Bruce, what brings you here?”
He stared at her, wanting to tear through that thin lace, throw her on the couch and take her right there. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He heard her get up. He shook his head. If she even got within smelling distance…”Anilia,” he said, his voice deep and husky, “Do you have other clothes?”
“I always do,” she chuckled.
He whirled around and did what he was thinking. He was as gentle as he could be, but he knew he had hurt her again, at least this time not fracturing bones, so she wouldn’t have to go home or to the hospital. As he bit her for the coup de grace, he whispered, “You all win.” She slipped into that bliss, accepting of the pain.
He got dressed, and helped her into the purple satin corset, which was still tempting, but not as much as the frail lace. “I came in here for something else,” he said, watching her slip into tights.
“Yes?”
“I want to change the name of the club and do some remodeling.”
“What would you like to do?”
“I want to make it more goth. It looks like a dance club with goth afterthoughts.”
She smiled. “What did you have in mind?”
“Reflective stained glass. Large, sweeping archways. Move the TV’s kind of out of the way or only above the bar. Maybe add a sarcophagus or something. Keep the DJ’s on another floor, but not using the scaffolding, make it like they’re on an altar. And a stage for live bands. Keep the red and dark lighting, and make some of the chairs like altar chairs. I was surfing the web and found a few ideas.”
“What kind of name were you thinking?”
“Absinthe. Laudanum. Lithium. Something like that.”
“I like more vampirey names,” she said, now sliding close to him. “If they hadn’t ruined the name Twilight I would have taken that.”
“Dusk?”
“No, that’s a goth girl’s name.”
“Nocturne.”
She walked over to him and caressed his cheek. “Let me get back to you on some names.” She stepped back. “You’re right, this club wasn’t initially goth. Jacmes wanted this place to be more artistic, not so dark.”
“But you?”
She shrugged. “I suggested the lighting. Does this mean we’ll get you to dress goth?”
“No,” he said, and smiled. “I’ll be happy to wear my biker leather.”
“You do look hot in suits. Your boyfriend’s right, you are the sexiest man in the club.”
He looked down at her, blue eyes sparkling. “I plan on making the most of it now.”
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Haden did what everyone else in the room seemed to do – stare at the owner in awe. Something about him drew you to him; maybe it was the aura of sex, or his seemingly predatory nature, the sense that he was something bad.
People parted for him, and he spoke to some of them in low tones. The want to stare faded, and Haden looked at his two companions, Mara and Selene. “He’s so amazing,” said Selene wistfully.
“A lot hotter than Jack,” said Mara. “He’s so big, he could snap Jack like a twig.”
“He could snap anyone like a twig,” Selene said. “I heard he splits girls in half.”
“Well, there was that contest,” Haden said. “Had to have happened for a reason.”
He made their way to them, and stood just a little bit away from them, as if wanting to join in but waiting for permission. Haden stepped aside to let him into their circle. “Hi,” he said, and Selene almost visibly swooned.
He caught that, and smiled at her. “I take it you’re having fun?”
They nodded.
He looked out at the club. “I was wondering, what do you think about if we have live bands?”
“That’d be great!” gushed Selene.
Haden rolled his eyes at her. Then he turned to see the owner staring at him intently. “I understand,” he said quietly, “that you’re all part of the VIP club.”
All of them brightened. Haden could have sworn he saw thought bubbles over the girls’ heads: A fix! He was still watching him, and then he glanced at the girls. “Will you be around for a while?”
They both nodded vigorously. He again studied Haden. “Why don’t we take a look at the club from a better vantage point?”
“Sure,” Haden said, and followed the man. He has a damn good ass, Haden thought. He brought him to a dark corner on the second floor. Haden did what he had done with Jacmes, and dropped to his knees.
“Hey, hey,” he said, and pulled him up by the shoulders. “What’re you doing?”
“You don’t want that?”
“Come up here.” Then he looked deeply into Haden’s eyes. “Just relax.” He put his arms around Haden and pulled him close, nuzzling into his neck. Haden put his arms around the man, and he felt a small pinch at his neck, then pure pleasure that made him moan and buckle. Selene was so right – he was amazing.
Words: 1066
Inspiration: Been wanting to change the club’s name for a while. Also saw a few goth club interiors online.
Music: None
Comments: Not sure if I should put this on the portfolio site. I’m trying not to make Bomber a stud, but as he’s going along, he seems to start becoming one.