Her Heart

CHAPTER ONE

I don't know why I'm here. I told myself I was going to stay in tonight. It's not like I don't already have a play thing at home. Though he has gotten quite boring. He no longer screams in pain for me. He used to scream so prettily for me. It makes me sad that he doesn't anymore. He used to be so much fun and entertaining. He's like all the others.

Now I'm here, sitting in one of my clubs sipping on some blood from my private collection I keep on hand here. It's not my best, I keep that at home in the cellar. It's would be a waste to bring it here.

I look at my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. My long, dirty blonde hair lays in it natural beach waves down my back. My pale skin, thanks to the blood I was drinking, looks like it has some color in it and I didn't look a day over twenty-one. My green eyes look like they're glowing, the smoky eye look, and mascara really made them pop. I had on a pink lip stick, and a touch of blush. It was a dramatic, but natural look.

Sitting in the stool at the bar, you never guess that I was only four feet nine.

The dress I'm wearing shows off my curving, muscle body perfectly. The dress is a strapless, red, fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline. It came to about mid-thigh. I was wearing black, Louis Vuitton pumps. I had on a sliver chain necklace with a blue sapphire as the pendent.

I looked around the club, seeing young people dancing and drinking the night away. Most are of the supernatural kind, only a small percent is human tonight.

The lighting in my club is dark, lit up with different colored flashing lightings. It made it better for the vampires and other creatures to have fun without being seen by the humans. The music is so loud that the alcohol in the cups were vibrating. All the furniture was black with accents of white. All you could smell is alcohol, sex, drugs, and blood.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time. I kept looking around, but sadly no one has caught my I eye yet. They're all the same. I want something new and different.

After looking over all the people in the club again, I decided to give up for the night. I could find a new plaything some other night. I could just try to entertain myself with the one I have back home.

I would kill my plaything, but then wouldn't have even get the little pleasure that I do get from him. I need to get a replacement for that. Maybe I get a girl this time. They usually don't last as long, but they do scream all the way to the very end at least. The males always last longer, but they eventually stop screaming for me, making them not as much fun to play with.

I sighed at the thought of not getting a new plaything tonight.

I decided to leave the bar and go up to my office that overlooks the club. I need to get away from all the people.

As I unlock the door to my office, one of my workers calls out to me.

"Mistress. Mistress." Ryan, one of my security guards, yells down the hallway. I stop to look at him as he walks up to me.

"I'm glad I found you. I thought you left already. We have a problem at eh main door," he says calmly.

I roll my eyes and continue to enter my office. Ryan stops at my door, not daring to enter without my permission.

"You may enter Ryan," I say in a monotone. Ryan didn't end flinch at my tone of voice. Most people who meet me tell me my heart is made of ice. If only the new that I didn't have a heart.

Ryan walks on and stands in front of my desk. I sit in my chair and stare at him.

Ryan is a vampire. He's about six thousand years old, still a baby in my eyes. He's five four and quite slim looking. He doesn't look like much, but don't let that fool you. He's quite strong. He has brown hair and eyes to match. He's the first person I ever turned.