IRLs Undercover: 3

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It didn't take long for us to get the attention of a group of potential dance partner.  After all, we didn't smell fictional.

"Would you honor me with a dance?"

Leah reddened slightly under Alexander Turner's probing gaze. 

My smirk stretches to Cheshire proportions.  "You're not all bad.  Why are you here?"

He eyed me from behind his Phantom of the Opera mask.  "May I dance with your charming friend first?"

"Of course." Leah interrupted my protest smoothly and they flowed onto the crowded dance floor.

"And you?" One of the other askers touched my elbow and I felt something probing my thoughts.

I smiled, "Thank you."

The music sped up, changed genrés, and turned the line dance into a lively country dance.  My partner and I spun around the floor.  I caught sight of Leah and Alexander moving gracefully in circles by the refreshments table.

Someone poked at my mind again.

Filling my head with false, petty thoughts, I mentally followed the jabbing towards where the band was playing.  Like the guests, the band members were masked.

My partner stopped us and the beat dropped.

He licked his lips slowly.  My heart hammered as one of his arms captured my waist and the other clasped my neck.  The music changed into something slow and sensual.  Moving us carefully, he ran the tip of his nose up my collarbone and throat.

Fighting the urge to beat him to a pulp, I kept searching for the person trying to read my thoughts.

He ran his teeth down my throat.

One of the string instruments raged on furiously and the rest of the band had to compensate.

Gotcha! I thought triumphantly as one of the violinists played angrily whilst staring at us.

My partner's fangs grazed a pulse point.

The violinist stopped probing my mind.  One of the other musicians kicked him.

"Do it." I dared the vampire about to suck my blood.  "I dare you."

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