Leather And Lace

Part 1.

I sat there hearing my name called from the opposite end of the dark alleyway.
"Hailey come on this isn't funny!" Poor Jacob  yelled out, a small chuckle escaping from me the further I hid in the corner playing the game the best I could. His voice shrieking before what sounded like crying, a guttural hiss making the blood drain from my body as I stood up and peaked around the corner. A tall man standing over my now lifeless friend's body. His head slowly turning in my direction, nerves wracking my body as I shook like a leaf. The body of the man disappeared before I felt a hand wrap around my mouth from behind and a 'Shhh' from his lips.

I woke abruptly from my nightmares past right before I relived being drug away into the night. A knock on the door as I checked my surroundings.
Still in the same dark room with the one lonely light on my nightstand. The sun had begun to set judging by what little light I could see coming through my bedroom window. The sun setting meant it was time for me to go to work and that was exactly what I dreaded.

Stretching the best I could, I stood from my bed and began to scratch at the brand on the back of my neck. Right at the base of my hairline laid a fang that was branded into my skin, the mark of a man who did this to all of the women he caught and forced to work for him. It was no secret that we lived in a world amongst vampires and while they kept their lives separate for the sake of sanity, occasionally women go missing. I was unfortunately one of those women. The only difference? I was taken at the age of 7 instead of 18. Something almost unheard of for a vampire to take a child, but here I was turning tricks for a man like many of the other 50 women he owned.

"Hails" a knock on my door sounded pulling me from my thoughts while it opened.

"Victor wishes to see you" a scoff leaving my mouth as I closed my eyes.

"Cant that fucker burn in hell now? What the hell does he want with me?" I questioned as Mary shrugged, another one of his girls but older than me by 3 years. He got her about 10 years after me meaning she had only been here for a year. She picked up fast on everything but she still had so much to learn, poor thing was too innocent to be here.

"I'm not sure but master doesnt seem happy. I'd be careful this time" rolling my eyes I tossed my leather jacket on over my black lace bra as my black high rise shorts hugged my hips, my heeled feet carrying me to the door and down the hall. The sounds of glass items shattering against the wall having me duck walking into his office.

"You wished to see me?" I said monotone as I sat down across from his side of the desk while he continued to throw things like a toddler.

"Sit" he demanded as I laughed.

"Well if you used your eyes you would see I'm already sitting" his hand around my throat with my chair tilted back before I could blink. Stupid speed demon. A horrible hiss coming from him with his red eyes burning a hole into my skull as I smirked.

"You going to let me go now? Remember I have to go work in 30 minutes" his grip relaxing, the front two legs of my chair falling back to the floor.

"You're not going to work" my eyes widening at his statement.

"What? Why?" A look of pure anger on his face as he looked at me.

"Due to your actions this past week has landed you attention from the king"

"My actions?"

"You killed 3 people"

"It was a life or death situation" I crossed my arms trying to justify my actions.

"YOU LIVE AMONGST LIFE AND DEATH AND THEM DOING WHAT THEY PAID TO DO DOESNT JUSTIFY YOU MURDERING 3 VAMPIRES!!!"
The angrier he got the redder his eyes became. Victor was a tall man, probably around 6 foot which still staggered over my 5'9 frame. Like most vampires I've met, he had paler cold skin but with dirty blonde hair and a strong build. To the human eye he could pass for 40 but the man had to be atleast 100 years old if not more, respected in the community for having some of the best prostitutes around when one needed a fix but to me he was scum. Human and vampire interactions wasn't against the law but you wouldn't see the interracial marriage between them both, we're only here to live out fantasies and for them to get laid without getting someone pregnant. Biologically we aren't compatible in that sense which makes for natural birth control in a way.

"You're not even paying attention to me. Go get dressed, we have a dinner to go to" my head shaking back to reality for a moment.

"Didn't you just say I wasn't working?"

"You're not, this is a meeting with Lord Alexander to discuss things." He dismissed me before I had the chance to rebuttal. Sighing, I walked to my room and saw a black leather long sleeve dress with a plunging neckline laid out on my bed. Tossing off my current outfit and slipping into this one that barely went mid thigh on my long legs, I sat on the stool infront of my vanity and began doing my make up. My black winged liner and false eye lashes sat there as I did minimal foundation with a dark red lip. My dark brown hair that looked almost black was in loose beach waves down to my waist as it cascaded down my back.

"Might as well get this done and over with" I said to myself slipping into my black Louis Vuitton heels.

The car drive was slow as I sat next to Victor in his suit before we came to a halt infront of some fancy Italian restaurant. My door opening with his hand grabbing mine to help me out of the passenger seat before linking his arm in mine and pulling me close.

"Behave" he whispered as I nodded and got led into the front doors. Whispers coming about while we were walked to a back room with the lights dimmed down. A strong pair of dark red eyes looking up at me causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

"So this is the women I have heard so much about"