Bitter Revenge

Chapter 5

The club was packed with people, unfortunately for my introverted ass. I sat behind the bar counter with Gray, to have some space for myself. "You know, I have never seen you interact with the people here. Why don't you give it a shot?" I turned to Gray, surprised that he was encouraging me to interact. I put the "wine" down, it's not wine, and turned to him with a scowl. "I do not enjoy mingling with people that have nothing but getting laid on their mind." That's kinda what clubs are for. Getting laid. Sure, a handful of people can find love here but I heavily doubt I would fall in that percentile. "If you don't mingle, how will you find your mate?" Gray said, a bit quieter to not be heard. My brain buzzed at the word, mate. I gave him a funny look. "Aren't mates for werewolves?" He burst into unstoppable laughter, causing multiple heads to turn. After a good 5 minutes of him crying and laughing, he realized I was genuinely asking. "You're joking right? Werewolves and vampires alike have mates. You didn't know that?"

I don't know much about my own species, which is a little embarrassing, but it mostly makes me feel sad. I've never met another vampire, I don't even know who turned me. It sucked, being in the dark about my own species and myself too. Gray could see the dark cloud forming above my head, so he nudged me with his elbow. "Talk to Cris about it. She wouldn't mind telling you what she knows. I know she'd be happy to. Swallow your pride this once." That was the end of the conversation, seemingly because he was still working. I hadn't seen Stella at all, it's been a good 2 hours since the club opened. Did she change her mind about coming down to see what the club was really like?

A glass broke a couple tables away from where I was sitting, I could hear the sound of struggling. I hurriedly ran over, now I'm suddenly a bouncer. A guy, not too tall but definitely built to impress with almost buzzed blonde hair and dark brown eyes, had his hand wrapped around a small wrist. A woman with black and blue dyed hair struggled to remove her wrist from that tight prison. Her friends stood in shock at the scene before them. I quietly walked up to them and put my hand on this man's shoulder, calmly squeezing a bit to announce my presence. "Violence is strictly forbidden here. Please let go of her and leave the property." He didn't smell too bad, but nothing heavenly. "Beat it pipsqueak. This is between her and me, not some dyke!" He spat, gripping her wrist harder. Her face became pinched as she pulled harder. I moved my hand to his wrist and squeezed so hard I could audibly hear a crack, his grip breaking. I quickly forced his hand behind his back, mere inches from snapping his arm. "Then please excuse me, but when met with resistance, the staff have every right to use force." I pushed him towards the door and then shoved him out of the club.

I closed the doors before he could come back in. I turned and saw everyone staring at me, but I was only interested in the two green orbs staring at me in disbelief. I cleared my throat and looked around, "The party can continue, nothing to see here." I walked into the mass of people, heading towards Stella. She looked great in her business suit again. "That was amazing. You handled that well." She smiled, which made the praise really reach my shriveled heart. "Thank you. Fights don't usually break out around here, but there are always exceptions." She nodded, understanding that she just got unlucky to see that in such a peaceful place. "This place is really comfy, I can see why so many people like it." Her smile widened a little more, making my heart ache a little more. "That's our goal. Creating a safe mingling space. No judgments here."

She suddenly tensed, making me get on guard as well. "I believe I've seen everything I need to see. I should get going, I have work tomorrow." A heaviness settled on my heart, but I smiled politely and nodded. "Of course, I'll see you out." I walked beside her to the exit, sad for her departure but it was inevitable. She seems like a fun person to be around, I enjoyed her company while it lasted. I opened the door for her, holding it open for her with my body. It was a bit cold out, but cold is much more comfortable for a vampire such as myself. She took a deep breath right in front of me, then turned with a grin. "Thank you Fiona... Sorry I didn't catch your last name?" I just shook my head and chuckled, no one knows my last name. She's no exception. "Come back again and find out." I smirked, raising an eyebrow as an invitation. "I'll definitely think about it." She turned to leave, so I reached into my pocket to pull out a candy cigarette. I don't know why but I love the taste of the chocolate flavor.

She turned around faster than the wind, alert. Fear outlined her eyes as she held her hands up, on the defensive immediately. I just looked at her wide eyed and placed the candy between my teeth. "Everything alright?" I asked, making her lose all the tension in her body. "Is that a cigarette?" In the darkness, I can see why she thought that. I tensed at the mention of a cigarette, memories of a not so happy time popping into my head. "No. It's a candy cigarette." She nodded slowly, as if she was processing that information slowly. "I better get going, bye." She turned and walked off before I could respond. My eyes followed her until she was out of sight. My eyes darkened, my bloodless heart beating harshly but slowly in my head. What was that about? Did she think I was going to pull a weapon out on her? I growled and stepped out of the club fully, I have some tension I need to relieve.