BLOOD and Revenge

Chapter 23: Reaching An Understanding

Nothing in this little town was ever made simple. I knew that going to the local pub would be easy enough seeing as I could just compel anyone into believing that I was of age but I had heard from one of my vampire brothers, that had been standing watch outside of the apartment that we were staying in, that an underground bar had been created in the center most part of the town that was solely for non-humans. Naturally I took an immediate interest and now I am sitting before a barkeep as hairy as a wolf.

Because the clubs in these areas are owned by wolves I masked myself to appear as one of them. The amber liquid in the glass I was drinking from held almost a syrupy texture to it and as it slid down my throat, fire erupted as it burned its way down my esophagus. I held nothing back as I set the glass down onto the counter, some wolves around me cheering me on as I drank and drank.

The club was surprisingly filled with many wolves. Some old; some young. However strange and conflicting it was, I took in the scent of so many wolves and basked in the smell of mating hormones and alcohol.

Males stood in the back while the females took to the dance floor, their hips swaying as if their tails were out.

"Another," I said loud enough for the bartender to hear me and he extended his hand, knowing that since I was already three shots in that he wanted paid first. Reaching for my wallet with a sigh, I handed him a fifty and pointed to a bottle that looked clear enough that it resembled water.

"Just give me the bottle will ya." He smirked, his mustache raising as he pulled it down and took the top off.

"Bigger glass miss?" I shook my head and took the bottle from his hands, putting the rim to my lips and tipping it back. Half of it was down before I lowered the bottle. It was bitter and smoother than the liquid I had before. This was spicier.

"You may want to take that one easy. It is imported from Mexico." I gave him a half lipped grin before I stood. I pretended to tip my jacket's hood to him like a cowboy and went to a dark corner to enjoy my body and the fragrance of sexual desire.

You could practically taste the sex in the air from the lust fueled wolves.

"Hey sexy," a male purred at me. I bristled at him but otherwise remained passive to his presence.

"Not interested," I said took a large gulp of the bottle in my hand. His eyes followed my movements hungerly and the desire in them grew. The smell of a tangy beer still lingered on his breath and the urge to push him away grew as he got closer.

"Ah, come on babe. Why don't you come out back with me and have a little fun?" My lip lifted in disgust. Most wolves, although part human, were attractive. In fact, I have yet to see an ugly wolf, male or female. They naturally have beauty because of the wolf within them. Finding a mate is easier if they are attractive.

And this male was indeed handsome for someone of his race but I was not in any mood to deal with a drunk-horny wolf.

"Not with a hundred condoms," I said sarcastically and moved away from his pouting face. God. I'm not even a wolf anymore and I felt sorry for all females who had to deal with that.

The more I swallowed the bottle down, the lighter I began to feel. It was a beautiful feeling. Needing a seat just because I was to frustrated to be standing, I took a stool near the side away from everyone and emptied the bottle, dropping another fifty to the bartender for another one.

"Different or the same?" I shrugged. Preference of poison wasn't really on my priority list. He glanced under the bar and furrowed his brows, concentration deep. With a look of approval, he grabbed a bottle of a deep red liquid and pulled it up and onto the bar.