Call me your Master

This is Me Trying

(Andy's p.o.v)

I stared at the paperwork littering my desk in my office in the club, feeling a pressure building behind my eyes. My fangs were pricking my gums, aching to come out and slice through someone's neck. After what i'd done to Melody, the urge to feed and kill had gotten quite strong but i'd managed to keep it under control. I'd found a nice spot to bury her and somehow got rid of the evidence of the scene before Marla intruded in the morning. She said she was just checking to make sure i'd made it through the night without staking myself, but didn't push once she saw the broken glass i'd forgotten about in the bathroom. The girls at work had wondered a few times what happened to their fellow submissive but I just said I hadn't seen her since that night we left the club together. No one pried any further.

"Hey, you!" 

I cringed as a very loud, very drunk Sam stumbled through my doorway. She nearly tripped before sitting on my desk, obscuring my view of the paperwork I knew needed to be done by the following Monday. I sighed and sat back in my chair.

"What do you want Sam?"

The question seemed to annoy her if her scoff was any indication.

"Meeeee? You're the one who... who destroyed my bestie. You gotta make it right."

While her choice of words made something in my chest twinge, I shrugged. Carefully I stood and took her arm, pulling her towards the door.

"Look, Sam, it's none of your business what exactly happened between her and I. Frankly, she's better off without me. Now if you don't mind, I have a business to run-"

"Fine!" She yanked her arm away from me and grabbed the doorknob, but paused. "She's coming to get me soon." I wasn't sure i'd heard her correctly as she slammed the door in my face. Layla was coming here? I pulled the door open again, yelling before Sam could get out of earshot.

"When? And why would you ask her to come here?"

She laughed loudly and waved a hand at me. "Becaaaaause I want you two to get back together and be happy!"

She was so drunk, and possibly psychotic. There was no way in hell if I tried to talk to Layla that she would listen. She probably wasn't even going to show. 

But if she did...

I shut the door to my office and grabbed a radio from my desk.

"John, you there?"

"Yes sir." The bouncer's voice was loud and clear through the walkie. 

"If Layla comes by, let her in and tell me immediately."

"Roger."

And so I sat there, staring at the radio for what felt like an eternity. It was a quarter past midnight, there was no way she'd actually come. I'd let a drunk, crazy woman convince me she had actually gotten her best friend to come here where I could try to get her to forgive me. 

"Sir, she's here."

My body froze at John's voice over the walkie. This was it, this was my chance to see her and i'd be damned if I was going to lose it.

With inhuman speed I raced to the dance floor, pushing through bodies like a madman. There, as I passed through the crowd, I saw the bar. Scout's face was all I needed for confirmation that the girl she was talking to was Layla. 

The room suddenly slowed down as she turned and caught my gaze. She'd cut her hair since i'd last seen her, and it was a different color. Her dress was beautiful, and I was suddenly very reminded of Juliet and how similar they looked. Juliet had worn something almost identical the last moment i'd seen her alive, so beautiful, so full of life and hope-