Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 1: V is for Vampire

Blood dripped from my chin and I let out a laugh, feeling high and hazy. The boy under me was bare-chested, a goofy grin on his face and his pupils dilated. The wound on his neck was red, glistening and attractive. I felt him stiffen between my legs and tried not to laugh.

"You're so beautiful." He grabbed my hips and tried to pull me in for a kiss. I palmed his chest and pushed him away, pinning him on the red, leather sofa.

"You can look, but you can't touch." I giggled. The blood made me unhinged, uninhibited, but there was a part of me it couldn't get to.

The boy tried to pull me closer again, making me lean in and look straight into his blue eyes, now darker. Energy spread through me as I smiled at him, smelling the fresh blood that seeped from the wound.

"You can look, but you can't touch." I commanded him and enjoyed the sight of his body relaxing, surrendering completely to me.

I was just about to return to enjoying my meal when a voice interrupted me.

"Chloe!"

I grunted and rolled my eyes.

"What?" My head snapped in the direction of the voice.

Ian stood over me, his light brown hair pushed back, a couple of loose strands falling over his smirking face. He looked over my bloody, little black dress shamelessly. I took in his black shirt, his rolled-up sleeves and his tense muscles. Gosh, he was fucking gorgeous and I was way too turned on from all the blood-drinking to stare at him for this long.

"We have a lead."

"What?" I pushed the boy that tried to kiss me again away and got off him, forgetting about him for the time being. "What lead?"

"The murders." Ian turned away from me and strolled off to the lounge area.

The room was dimly-lit, with muted red lights all around. Leather and dark, oak-wood decorated each surface. There was a bar with all kinds of booze, just waiting for my tongue to touch the hundreds of dollars worth liquid.

Right now, we were alone. Well, except for the nameless boy that lay forgotten on the sofa and Ian's blonde toy for the evening.

I threw myself on the red lounge and put my feet up on the glass table in front of me. The Miu Miu sandals I wore shone in the light; its silver colour lost under the red illumination. The blonde slept next to me peacefully.

"Want something to drink?" Ian entered the bar.

"I was just about to." I arched my eyebrow and smiled wickedly at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he shook his head instead and poured himself some Jack Daniels.

This was not how I spent all of my nights.

"I managed to track down one of the two guys that came to defend Brad that night." Ian said and took a sip of his drink.

"It only took you five months." I noticed and Ian shot a serious look my way.

"It's a cult, Chloe." He said. "Vampire cult. They're good at hiding."

"What did you find?" I pointed at the bottle, silently asking him to pour me some. Honestly, I didn't know what was the time or how long I've been in this...bar.

"They've been recruiting." Ian carried both of our glasses and put them on the glass table. He sat down next to me and I felt the closeness of his body too strongly.

Nothing ever happened between us, but not for the lack of attraction. I've seen him drink from too many girls, I heard them squirm and sigh and gasp under his touch. I couldn't help it, I imagined what his fingers felt like.