Bitten [Vampire Monarch]

Chapter One

April 26, 2019

It was a cold and rainy night. The Demons Gentlemen's Club was about to be closed, and my shift was coming to an end. I wanted to go home, take a shower, eat some snacks, and crash the bed for at least two full nights. Of course, that wasn't going to happen—I was young, strong, and too determined for my good. I needed money to pay my monthly rent, the student loans, and keep sending money to my mother to help raise my little brother and don't lose her only home: the family farm in Worcester. She didn't have a husband to help her and I didn't have a father.

Rise and early I was expected to attend Dudley University, I was a dancer and a bartender in the shortcoming of acquiring a Ph.D. in Psychiatry. I enjoy studying people's emotions, and problems. Sometimes, finding solutions. On occasions, just give advice. My work as a Psychiatry student was understanding human conflicts, and like a bartender, I'd become an expert in the practice. Many gentlemen came to drink out their problems—marriage, divorce, family, death, and infidelity. I was in for a treat.

I'd moved from Worcester two years ago when the club opened. As a bartender, the pay was good, as a dancer even better. People liked what they saw and most of the time paid for a private display. Still, I wasn't a stripper. My clothes stayed on, always.

Dudley was a small town in the United Kingdom, with barely any people. Still, it was a tourist spot. In the center of Little Dudley, there was a Gentlemen's Only bar. That was me, almost every night. It was my little dirty secret. My mother thought I was just a bartender receiving good pay, and I could never tell her what I really did for a living. She wouldn't understand and I didn't need the complications. I was happy with my life, and she was happy living hers. Like they said: life and let live.

Looking at my locker I pick up my backpack and shove every piece of clothing in it. It was time for a long-awaited laundry. As a dancer, I was provided with the customs, still, it was my duty to keep them clean. If a piece were to break I could always ask for a custom replacement—I loved my job and my lady boss, she was so cool. The last clean outfit was the one I was wearing; a white bralette, some semitransparent tight, and a small white thong with cute lace. In these undergarments, I felt sexy and secure.

Also, my lady boss, keep us very secure with a high-security system and big brawlers everywhere ensuring we weren't sexually assaulted. Angelic—her artistic name, I didn't have any idea of her real name, was no angel of sorts. She was a devil in a sweet skin. Chocolate-kissed skin, dark eyes, slim body, red polish nails, and dark locks. She was beautiful and very secure in her body. At only twenty-five, Angelic was a successful entrepreneur with a small business in the middle of Little Dudley.

After shoving everything on the backpack I go backstage to look for my commoner clothing. It should be where I left it, by the dresser when I change in a deep hurry. Tonight, was a weird night. Outside was pouring and it was Sunday night—it should've been a slow night. Not many people came out because of the rain, still, Demons Gentlemen's Club was full of unknown faces—tourists I imagine. Maybe a Men's Convention happened close by and they decided to liberate some of the stress coming here. I didn't know and shouldn't care. I was grateful for the full night of tips.