Forever Bound

Chapter One

She's a dirty, dirty dancer, dirty, dirty dancer you'll never be her only - ENRIQUE IGLESIAS LYRICS_"Dirty Dancer" (ft Usher)

 The Dirty Dancer

Elle Nita held on to the smooth cold steel pole. The trick was to make them feel like you want them as much as they want you and to let your movement conjure their dirty fantasies. She began moving slowly in a way she knew was seductive to the song that played throughout the room, Body Party, by Beyonce or Ciara she wasn't sure. Now she had all the men's in the room attention and they all looked at her with that very familiar look in their eyes. Lust. As a stripper there was nothing Elle Nita knew better than lust and how to use it to her advantage.

She wrap one leg around the pole, the other balancing herself as she arched her back and used her hands to caress her body. Then she looked at her spectator as if she hungered for their touch. She watched as their eyes followed her every movement and how they took deep breaths, while some hold their breath as her hips swirl and gyrate with the rhythm as she conjure all their hidden-forbidden fantasies.

Elle Nita spotted a tall pale man in the VIP section, he was looking at her with a desire in his eyes she wasn't sure it was lust but there was a hunger in his eyes as he watched her. She then felt a sudden force that seem to be pulling her to him. She couldn't look away, she could stop herself. She felt herself let go of the pole and her body started moving towards him. The music faded and everyone around her, them disappeared. It was just she and him in the room. She was close to him now and he got up from his seat and turned and headed to the back door. Elle Nita felt her feet moving in the direction.

Her body came to a stop in the dark alley beside a dumpster behind him.  He turned around and step closer towards her.  A feeling of fear came over her but her feet was rooted to the ground and she knew she couldn't have moved even if fire was blazing at her feet. He came closer to her and took an audible deep breath, then he said "you smell delicious whore."      

Did he just call me a whore?! Elle Nita was appalled, she was about to tell him to fuck off when he pressed his lips to hers. She tried to pull away but she couldn't. He pulled away from her and said –I will not hurt you, do not fight this, you are enjoying this and she felt herself nodding in agreement. It was weird because she wasn't sure she heard him say it out loud. It was like he was inside her head or something. What was weirder is though she knew it wasn't true deep down she believe him. She believe that he will not hurt her, yet a part of her knew he wanted to hurt her.  It was like she was in someone else's body she thought as she noticed herself kissing him back.  His kiss changed from somewhat gentle to wild and ravenous. He bit her lower lip then kissed all the way down to her neck where he paused and inhaled, then he licked it. He lifted his head with a cold smile on his face as he looked at her. She saw his canines elongated.

Oh, fuck, he's a vampire. No, this can't be real this is not real. Vampires are not real.  

But the pain she felt was feel as his sharp fangs went through her jugular.

Elle Nita became light headed and though the place was dark everything became blacker and she could feel herself drifting off to unconsciousness.

Rodrick watched as the man he went to the club to investigate went through the back door with one of the dancers. After finishing his whiskey he got up and followed them. When he got to the alley behind the club he saw the dancer lying on the ground bleeding.

"Fuck." He took his cell phone from his pocket and dial, then put the phone to his ears. "I got a dyeing stripper, Matt. She was fed on by a Vamp."