Lost Girl

Chapter 1

Myra looked in the mirror at herself and began putting on her red lipstick for tonight. Her friend Danica walked into the room, as they both smiled at each other. "Are you ready to feed tonight?" She asked with an excited tone of voice. "You better believe I am, Layla is gonna meet us there tonight. You gotta love how easy guys are to trick into feeding off of them, especially at a nightclub." Myra said with a laugh as she began putting on her mascara. "You're usually the first one ready." Danica said with a laugh. "Not today, I'm just trying to make sure I look my best." Myra said as she put in her expensive diamond earrings. They both walked down the long staircase in their house, to find their blonde friend Gianna waiting below wearing a revealing pink dress. "Who's ready to party?!" Gianna chanted as her long curly blond hair began to bounce as she started to dance. "Looks like she's already had a couple drinks inside her." Danica whispered in Myra's ear as they both began to laugh. As they both made it down the steps in their long heels, they were both bear hugged by Gianna. "Looks like you've missed us a lot...and you've only seen us yesterday." Myra said with a laugh. "Enough chit chat for now ladies, save it for the club! We can talk more on the way! Let's get going!" Gianna said with excitement as the three of them piled up into Myra's black SUV.

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The three girls stood outside the nightclub, they gazed up at the big bright red neon sign saying "The Cherry." "Feels like ages since we've been here." Danica said. "Let's not waste time, we all know what we're here for girls. It's feeding time." Myra said with excitement as they walked into the nightclub. It was completely filled. Myra had her eyes looked right away at a man sitting over at the bar alone, drinking a beer. "This is gonna be great!" Gianna yelled. "I'll catch up with you guys later." Myra said quickly without taking her eyes of the guy at the bar, she walked away from Gianna and Danica, and sat down at the bar next to the handsome man. "Well hi there." He said. "Hi, I'm Myra." She said with a smile. "I'm Jake." He replied as he ordered Myra a whiskey. "How did you know I like whisky?" Myra asked with a surprised look on her face. "Oh, you just seem like the type, that's all. Trust me, I know." Jake replied with a mischievous smile as the bartender put the small glass of whiskey in front of Myra.

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Gianna and Danica were both sitting in the private VIP room of the nightclub, staring at the dead bodies they just fed on. "Now that was fun!" Gianna said with a laugh as one of the security guards walked into the room. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened in here?" He yelled. "Wait, calm down." Danica said as Gianna walked up to the guard and kissed him. All of the blue energy began to flow straight out of his mouth, right into Gianna's. "Now that's better." Gianna said with a smile as the security guards body dropped to the floor. "Thank God that's, we need to be more careful." Danica said with a serious tone of voice as they both walked out of the room leaving the three dead bodies behind.

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Myra was onto her third whisky, and she and Jake couldn't take their eyes off of each other. "I just can't get over how gorgeous you truly are." Jake said as he stared into Myra's eyes. "I feel the same way about you." Myra replied with a flirty tone of voice. "So, how about we go up to the party on the rooftop?" He asked. "Sounds good to me, I just need to use the ladies room if you don't mind, I'll be right back." Myra said as she began looking in the crowd for Danica and Gianna. In front of her, she saw a pretty girl in her mid twenties with long black hair and bangs sneaking into the VIP room in the back of the club. Myra decided to follow her. As she walked into the room, she saw the girl pick pocketing the three dead men's bodies that Gianna and Danica fed off of. "Wait, please, I didn't do this, please don't kill me!" The girl yelled in fear as she shielded her face. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you, this is my friend's mess, not yours. Myra said as she stared at the bodies. "I'm Zoella. By the way, I know you're a Fae." She said with a smile. "I'm Myra, but, how did you know I was a Fae?" Myra asked in suspicion. "I'm homeless, I live off the streets, the way I make my money is by stealing and pick pocketing people. Trust me, I have loads of money from it. I've learned a lot living in these streets, plus, my mother is a fortune teller, I've grown up learning all about the creepy voodoo crap. I obviously know what Fae are." Zoella replied. "You're homeless? I have room in my home if you ever wanna crash there for now. The streets aren't the place to be anymore, I'll help you out." Myra said with a smile. "Wow, thanks. Sounds good to me." Zoella said with excitement.