Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Fifteen

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Sweat.

Flashing lights.

Music blasting.

Erratic breathing.

Neon is the newest club in town where all the young people are going to hang out and meet new people.

It's a Friday night so the music and alcohol are flowing. I thought about ditching Wes but I am sure that he would come and get me at my apartment so I came here a little earlier than we agreed to see what I was up against.

The colorful lights are going and the place smells of sweat and urine. Scrunching up my nose I breathe through my mouth not wanting to gag from the incisive stench of the place.

On the dance floor, people are rubbing their sweaty bodies against each other moving to the fast pace music.

Sitting at the bar I have a clear view of most of the people at the club. Wes is not amongst them.

The sound of a glass being put down behind me makes me turn to look at the bartender. He smiles at me and points towards the other side of the bar.

"Someone wanted to buy you a drink," he smiles politely and walks away getting his other costumers drinks.

I stare at the drink like it's a foreign object.

Can vampires drink? Do we get drunk?

I haven't drank since I turned twenty-one. I had the worst hangover and no recollection of the night before.

Where's Wes when I need him.

"That drink is not strong."

A man appears next to me taking the empty seat next to me. He is dress in a suit with his top two buttons of his shirt untied and he rolls up his sleeves as he gets comfortable.

"You don't say," I push it back away from me.

"Don't be like that I paid good money for that drink the least you can do is drink it."

The pain in my gums starts to irritate me much like the guy before me.

"I didn't ask you to buy it if you paid good money for it maybe you should drink it."

My fingers wrap around the glass as I push it towards him and the liquid spills all over his pants and shirt. His nose flares and his eyes narrow.

"You bitch," he hisses at me as he pushes himself off the stool and tries to make his way towards me.

"What are you going to do - hit me?" I smirk at him, I would love to see that.

"Is there a problem here?"

An arm snakes around my waist as I am about to break the arm of whoever put a hand on me he presses me closer and I glance over at Wes.

His eyes are locked on the man that I just spilled my drink on. The man is about a head taller than Wes but he doesn't make a move towards us anymore.

"No problem at all."

He grabs a napkin and dabs his pants trying to get as much liquid out of them as possible.

"That's what I thought," Wes pulls me making me slide off the chair and into his arms. "Come let's go."

I don't fight him as he takes me towards the dance floor.