𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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IT WAS STRANGE TO SEE FANGTASIA FREE OF DESPERATE HUMANS AND BLOOD HUNGRY, HORNY VAMPIRES. The space seemed much larger without the sea of bodies and loud music blasting through the speakers. It smelled much cleaner too, not like the scent of sweat and alcohol like last time she had been there. The woman was pretty sure last time some of the benches had some questionable stains on them, and they also had been scrubbed clean.
Dakota was still a bit winded by the choice of transport as she sat at one of the tables in the middle of the bar. Dakota knew vampires were fast, but she had no idea Eric had the ability to fly through the sky. It seemed so surreal, and she wasn't sure if she believed it still, even though she had seen Shreveport from a hundred feet in the air only moments ago. The blond had tried not to throw up when they landed, and Eric had put her to her feet carefully. He had given her a cocky grin as he led her inside the club.
Pamela sat on a bar stool, looking a little less like a dominatrix and more like a businesswoman. The tall vampire wore a light pink sweater and a pair of expensive looking grey pants. Pam had her arms crossed as she looked at the blond, amused. Longshadow was also there, behind the bar, arms resting on the bar top.
Eric still hadn't told her what the favour was, and she watched him pace back and forth before her, having some sort of argument with himself. This must be a big problem if he was so angry about it. Dakota sipped at her coke uncomfortably.
"Longshadow, get Bruce." Eric sighed, nodding at the vampire.
He did as he was told, disappeared behind a door on his left. Dakota let her eyes wander around the bar once more, finding new things she hadn't noticed every time she did so.
"Pam, Longshadow and I are partners in this club." Eric began, his eyes finding her dark ones. "And we recently noticed that sixty-thousand dollars has gone missing from our books."
"Someone's stealing your money?"
"It seems that way." he nodded. "A lot of money."
Longshadow came back through the door with an older gentleman who looked as if he was about to piss himself. Dakota straightened up, frowning. He wore glasses that nearly fell off his nose and Longshadow pushed him into the chair opposite of her.
"Bruce here," Eric patted the man on his shoulder and Bruce squeezed his eyes shut in fear. "is our accountant. Perhaps you can start by listening to him."
"He's not saying anything." Dakota frowned.
"Don't be coy." Eric tsked. "Like I said. It is humbling enough to turn to a human for assistance. We know what you and your cousin can do."
