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The two walked out the back door arm in arm, and approached
a rusted out old cargo van in the back alleyway. Nikolas opened the side door, revealing a plush interior, the pattern varied
from leopard print, to zebra skin, to tiger stripes. He looked at Michelle, and cocked an eyebrow. She smiled back at him,
then stepped into the van.
The next 30 minutes was a blur to Michelle. She had done
this kind of thing before, but this time it was different. Mostly it was just sticky fumbling in the backseats of cars, but
this guy was different. She couldn't quite place it in her current state of arousal, but the word "experience" hung in her
mind.
At the height of passion, when she was on the verge of climax, a strange thing
happened. Nikolas began to kiss her neck, then bit down. She expected it to hurt, but it only added to her pleasure, and she
shuddered as she experienced the most exquisite climax of her young life. Nearly three seconds later, she felt horribly tired,
drained. She fell asleep in the back of the van. Nikolas dressed, and then pulled a blanket up over the sleeping girl, the
fang marks on her neck almost gone already. He stepped out the back of the van, wiping away a small streak of blood on his
lip.
"That was almost too easy," He mumbled to himself while he leaned on the van.
He took out a cigarette, and lit it, instinctively flinching at the small flame.
He
heard a sound to his right, barely audible, but loud as a gunshot to his enhanced senses, and looked that way. The attack
came from the left. He got punched so hard in the face that he flew about 10 feet across the alleyway and hit a wall. He picked
himself up and looked for his assailant.
His attacker was a slender woman in a leather
jacket, her eyes flared red, she growled, "This is my territory, step off Lick."
He
popped his jaw back into place and said, "Didn't see your name on it."
"Out front asshole,
I own the club," she hissed, ready to strike.
"Well, pardon me! I grabbed one juicebag
and you have a fit, Jesus lady, you need to calm down."
He began to say another smart-ass
remark but was cut off when the woman tried to rake his face with some wicked looking claws. He jumped back and grabbed a
small vial of blue liquid in his jacket pocket. He shoved it in her face and pulled his hand back quickly, before the liquid
flash froze and the woman's face was covered in a sheet of ice.
He grabbed a set of
brass knuckles, slipped them onto his hand and swung. The ice shattered and the woman fell to her side. She rolled onto her
back, and came up on her elbows.
"Okay, I give," she said through a now bloodied jaw.
Nikolas
approached her, and held out his hand to help her up. She grabbed his hand, pulled down, shoved her feet into his gut, and
flung him over her head and into a wall. She rolled out and stood. "Your not getting off that easy punk. No one hits me and
lives!"
Nikolas barely had time to stand before the woman rushed him again. She slammed
him into the brick wall with astonishing speed. The wall caved in a little bit and small pieces of brick fell. The woman swooped
down into a garbage can, grabbed a pointed piece of wood, and drove it directly into Nikolas' chest. She stepped back to survey
the damage as Nikolas fell. Feeling her job was done she turned her back and started for the rear exit of the club. The opened
the door, and was thrown free of it as it swung shut quickly. She looked up and saw Nikolas standing there, stake protruding
from his chest and everything.
"But I, How did you?" she blurted out, confused.
"Nifty
little trick I learned from a Serpent a few years back," he said, then looked up, "Shit. Sorry what'syourname, I have to cut
our dance a little short."
He reached down, grabbed the woman by the lapels of her
biker jacket and tossed her into the club. He reached into the back of the van, hoisted the unconscious girl up, put her clothes
back on her hastily, and sat her up against an alley wall. He pressed his fingers to his lips, then pressed them gently on
her forehead. He then jumped into the van, started it up and took off. Ten seconds later the alleyway was awash with red and
blue lights, the sounds of sirens, and police wondering why this little girl looked so trashed.
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