The Other Home

Chapter 9

Isaiah

I wiped off the counter of my station. Part time bartending was a fun job I held on to on my down time. It gave me the feeling that I was partying while getting paid and actually being responsible. Maybe it was a control thing. The Underground was a very popular, scratch that, the only popular club in Vampire territory. The underground was like the town hall which is probably why it was named after its very own territory. At night vampires from all over would gather around in rave like meetings, getting drugged up by treasure and linking up; It was an intoxicating scene. I took a towel and started drying the whiskey glasses that were brought from the back of house.

"If it isn't my favorite bartender!"

I looked up to see Sammy sitting across from me. His red hair tied back with a partly button up that flashed off his gold chains and well-built torso. Though Sammy and I went far back, After he changed my brother we didnt really get along. It didn't keep him from talking to me when he would see me, but then again, I'm quite the friendly fellow anyways. "If it isn't the well-known alcoholic!" I rolled my eyes and teased

We both shared a laugh.

"I'll take a lemon drop." Sammy winked as he placed a crumbled ten dollar bill in my tip jar. "Hmm" I pondered as I reached for the martini glass, "So tonight is a cruise night for you?" I laughed as I twisted open the shaker.

Sammy chuckled, "Wouldn't you know." He leaned closer, "So have you spoke to your brother lately?"

I rolled my eyes at his question, "You of all people would know that answer."

"Mhmm" Sammy sat back. "Well he had a little get together recently, a small one.."

"That sounds fun, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail" I said sarcastically while tipping the shaker, pouring the martini into his glass.

"It's a shame," Sammy continued, "he had a treat there. I guess you would have had to be there to appreciate him."

"Him?" I slid the martini to him across the slick and recently cleaned bar counter.

Sammy smiled a mischievous smile. "Yes, a beautiful him who taste better than his graceful looks. Spike brought him out to play, it was an erotic and intoxicating night. It was so next level the third guest couldn't hang." Sammy laughed.

I gave him a fake chuckle as I continued finishing the whiskey glasses. I knew who he was talking about; that rare shape shifter, Aquarius, my brother has locked away. I too would have passed out if I didn't pull away from him the first time I stumbled upon him in that dungeon. It must be a preservation method, I considered all that I have read about them. If being drained their body would send out a large spurt of the magic to detour whoever to not drain them. My stomach churned at the thought of his taste, "So wait, did spikes give turns with him..." I looked back at Sammy who was happily sipping his drink.

Sammy's eyes lit up as he leaned in closer over his already almost gone lemon drop, "A threesome, I had a fucking threesome with a rare Shapeshifter."

I felt nauseous, "Where was Spike?" I asked wondering if he would really allow this.

Sammysmiled as he reminisced, "Well he just sat and watched at first from hislittle throne...but then..." Sammy started to recollecting

I leaned forward on the palms of my hands. "You guys sound sick!" I said plainly once he was done retelling his experience with my brother.