Change for Me?

On the Prowl

Authors note:

This photo on the side is a picture of the dress that Ashlyn is wearing out

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“You see, Sis? I told you that you didn’t let me win,” seeing his happy smile made my day.

“I guess I was wrong; clearly, you are a master gamer. I am unworthy,” I say to him, repeatedly doing a mocking bow.

“Like I said last night, sore loser,” ruffling his hair I tell him goodnight and that I will see him in the morning.

“Night Sis,” he replies, giving me a kiss on the cheek before skipping off to his room.

Checking to make sure he was getting ready for bed, I say goodnight to my Parents and then head to my room. Locking the door, I head into my closet searching for an outfit to wear out; finally I find a black pair of tights, tight black mini dress, and a black pair of high heeled boots. 

After curling my hair into perfect ringlets and putting makeup on to make my eyes really stand out, I was ready to go. Pulling open my window, I hoist myself over the ledge and drop quietly to the earth; brushing myself off, I head over towards my car, and silently slip out of the driveway—hopefully—undetected. 

Walking to the front of the line—that is outside of the club—and flashing the Bouncer an award winning smile, I am let in with the ultimatum that I have to save him a dance; once in, I am almost blinded by the sudden noises and lights, I find myself having to choke the urge to flee from this over stimulating place. As I walk towards the bar I can feel all of the male eyes following me; keeping up an approachable aura, while internally trying not to cough as I am drowned by all of the different colognes and perfumes, I wait for a guy to come and engage me. 

“What can I get you Miss?” the Bartender asks, while trying to look down my dress.

“I will have a Midori Sour,” turning my back to him, I wait for my drink.

“I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there,” a random guy says pointing to the wall beside me, “So, I will need your name and number for insurance purposes.”

“Does that line work for you very often?” I ask sarcastically.

“It has worked one-out-of-one times, how about we go two-for-two?”

Laughing at his joke, I say, “My name is Ashlyn.”

Just as he was about to tell me his name, the Bartender comes back with my drink, “Thanks,” I say to him politely.

“Where were we… Oh yeah, my name is Keegan,” he states, holding out his hand for me to shake.

Taking his hand, I realize that it is freezing. I give a dazzling smile to him, and myself, because I recognize that he is a vampire.

“Shall we dance milady?”

“We shall,” I answer back, happy that I can take at least one more vampire off of this earth tonight. Dancing for almost an hour straight, only taking one break to get myself a refill, I finally turn to my dance partner and ask him if he would like to get out of here.

“It is whatever you want, babe,” he says, but I can see his smirk and the slight gleam to his eyes.

Once outside I tell him that my car is parked almost a block away, so I can just walk to my car and he can meet their  in his.

“How about I drive you to your car and then you can follow me back to my place in yours?” he offers helpfully.

“Okay.”

“I’ll meet you at your house,” I say, giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth. Getting out, I walk to my car and wait for him to take the lead.

Following him all the way to an upper class apartment building where we both park our cars and then following him up to his nice penthouse.

“Whelp, this is my place,” he says gesturing around the apartment before pulling me into a passionate kiss, which ends me up underneath him on his king-sized bed.

“W-wait, can I go freshen up first in your bathroom,” I ask breathily, while he kissed down my neck. Lifting his body off of me enough to where I can squeeze out from under him, I walk to his bathroom.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I pull my stake out of my clutch and walk out of the bathroom with it behind my back. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“’Course,” he says, standing up and walking to his refrigerator. Moving behind him as he digs through, looking for a water bottle, I prepare my stake to stab in the back and through his heart. Just as I am about to plunge it into his back, I see his entire body stiffen; realizing that he must have seen me in a reflection, I move back into a defensive stance.

“This is just too bad; I wanted to fuck you before I ripped your throat out, but I guess we have a slight change of plans.”

“We will see whose throat is ripped out,” I retaliate, throwing my entire body behind the swing of my stake. Easily knocking the stake out of my hands, he kicks my feet out from underneath me; trying to stop myself from falling, I forget to block his next attack and end up with him on top of me—pinning me to the ground.

“Too bad I am going to have to ruin such a pretty face,” he tells me, finally allowing his canines to become fully extended. Looking from side to side, trying to see if there are any weapons close in enough for me to grab.

Spotting my stake only a few feet away, I reach out my arm and grab it. Just as his teeth make contact with my throat, I bring up the stake and stab him right through his ribcage and into his heart. Allowing my stake to stay in his chest, I roll him off of me and laugh spitefully in his face.

“It looks like I won,” I say right in his face, just before pushing the stake even deeper into his chest and then pulling it back out.

“Goodnight,” I say to his dead body before walking out the door, heading back down to my car, and beginning my journey home. 

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