Blood Winter

Blood Whores

Michael disappeared after that. His last traceable action was a phone call to Adrian. He told him to protect me no matter what, then vanished. We've been searching for him ever since.

I take a deep breath as the car comes to a stop. We figured the best place to get information on Michael would be the mobs favorite hang out spot. It was a disgusting underground whore house. Not just your average whore house though. This wasn't sex for money this was blood for a high. The women they found to stock this place were most likely prostitutes or orphans. Worse than that they were all human. In vampire culture these kind of exchanges were the lowest one could go.

I stole a glance at Adrian his jaw was clenched and his eyes dark. His dad had run one of these places when he was younger. He'd seen a lot. He noticed me looking and his expression shifted from anger to worry.

"You don't have to do this, there could be other ways we haven't thought of yet."

"It took us months to find this place. Those months could have made the difference between life and death for Michael. We don't know yet. And we can't waste anymore time."

He simply nodded. Then came around the other side of the car to get the door for me. I pretended to struggle. Putting on a show for any cameras or people who happened to be standing outside. After a few seconds of back and forth he roughly pushed me against the car. He smiled tauntingly slowly pulling my jacket off. He leaned in.

"Remember not to say a word."

Underneath the jacket I wore a short, red dress that clung to each curve of my body. It was velvet. There was a slit in the side which revealed black suspenders that led down to a pair of stilettos. Naturally Adrian had picked it out.

Despite being half vampire I didn't have any features that would give it away. It's why Adrian mistook me for a blood whore in the first place. Short and full busted. Dark hair and olive skin. Vampire women were usually tall and thin. Pale and striking. Not that their skin was always white, but it had this dusty shimmering quality. As if they had just been brushed with snow.

Elbow in hand, Adrian dragged me down a pair of stairs in front of the building. It looked like a closed down gas station. No lights. No signs. And grime covering the windows.