The music echoed through the entire room so loudly that it made the patrons bodies throb with the steady beat hour after they had left. Not that any of them would complain. They flocked here nightly until the doormen were forced to turn away over half those waiting for an opportunity to enter through the large red doors of Crimson Erotica. The place had been the place to be seen if you were anyone, ever since it had opened approximately eighteen months earlier. Every night was an endless parade of who’s who among the clubbing crowds that packed its floor.
The place had a reputation for being one of the hottest clubs in the entire tri-state area. Most nights, even through the middle of the week, you would find crowds lined up down the entire block waiting just for a chance to step through the coveted doors. It was also known as one of the safest clubs around, with the staff handling things with quick effective precision. Everyone knew better then to get out of line at Crimson. The consequences proved to be quite harsh.
The shapely brunette swayed hypnotically in the cage, drawing a group of tall lanky males, a bit taller than most of their counterpart within the pounding club, closer with each provocative twist of her athletically toned body. But it was more than their size that made them stand out. Dressed in nearly all black with greasy hair and black dead eyes transfixed on the female dancing before them, they were a prime focal point for all around. Each movement of the dancers shapely hips and slid of her hands along the tight black pants that molded themselves like a second skin to her perfect form was calculated. Her intention to draw this particular pray deeper into the sensual web she devised to snare them.
When a bouncy big breasted blond caught their attention as she slid by them giggling loudly from too much alcohol, the dancer swiftly turned and rubbed her body up and down against the cool metal cage. She called to them silently, a mental invitation filled with dark promise. Come to me. I can fill your need. I am the one who knows how to satisfy your thirst and your lust. The call echoed again and again in their putrid minds, drawing them like moths to a light.
She watched them closely through deep green eyes, deciding instantly upon the largest of the group as she smiled wickedly, the slightest flash of fangs lost in the blue and red flash of the flickering dance floor lights. Always safer to take out the leader and strongest of the group, then the rest were as easy as knocking over dominoes. Motioning for him to come closer, with a becoming smile, she directed him toward the rear door, a pledge of satisfaction on her painted red lips.
She signaled to an attractive petite blond who nodded in acknowledgement as she exited the rear of her cage and placed a slender arm around the waist of the tall male as they stepped through the doorway.
The moment they were out of sight the blond waitress carried a large tray of red tinted shot glasses to his waiting companions, complements of the house. She smiled as she stepped back toward the bar, knowing the special brew they were downing meant a few less suckers on the street.
Two hours later the table the males had occupied sat empty, awaiting its next group of patrons. It was 12:30, still early for the usual clientele of the club. “We seem to have gotten an early start on the night,” Cere, the blond waitress, said to the dancer and the tall redhead manager of the club as she stepped into the office marked private and closed the door.
“They seem to be coming in earlier each night and in larger numbers as well.” Loki responded, throwing her long curls of auburn hair across her shoulder and looking thoughtfully at her two sisters.
“Just means I get to kill more of them,” Ares added as she wiped a stray splatter of blood from the leg of her black vinyl pants.
Their father had undoubtedly named her well, because just like her name sake she enjoyed the blood and adrenaline of a good fight. She called it the most potent aphrodisiac in the world, next to a tray of fudge brownies. It rated second only because she had an insatiable sweet tooth. Smiling she thought about the field day Bram Stoker would have had with that tidbit of information.
“You suppose they know who we are?” Loki asked the others as she toyed with the Celtic pendent that hung around her neck. It had belonged to her mother, a memento their father had retrieved from the Asylum safe at her request. Normally such things were claimed by the patients family when they passed, but no had even known the woman’s name let alone if she had family.
They all were silent, considering the possibility for a moment and the ramifications that would come with it. “If we could find our bloodmates then we wouldn’t be in such danger.” Cere stared off dreamily, her romanticism causing both sisters to roll their eyes.
There may have only been twelve days difference in their ages, but Ares could swear it was more. Not that any of them looked to be over the age of twenty five and nowhere close to their true age.
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