Bound to Earth

1 | Decapitation Works

The music of the club blasted in my ears. His cool breath fell against my lips with every pant. My dark hair was tangled from how many times he ran his cold hands through it.

An underlying layer of fear wedged beneath his skin. I could taste his fear on my tongue, satisfying my small craving. The best part was he had no idea why his fear grew.

I ran my fingers down his chest. The chill of his skin slipped past the thin fabric despite the heat and moisture of the dark club.

His lips pressed to mine once more, the feel of them similar to his skin—cold.

When I first sensed his fear by the bar, I brushed him away, believing he was afraid of something mundane. Humiliation on the dance floor seemed most reasonable.

A closer look peaked my interest, showing me the truth of his fears. He was more afraid of going home thirsty and unsatisfied than getting caught raping and sucking his next victim dry.

So I did the one thing any exemplary bitch would do, play his next victim. Before he could sink his fangs or cock into me, I'd bleed him dry and feed on his fear. He'd be no more than a ball of dust.

He knew it was against the law to feed off another against their will. There were plenty of donors to satisfy the vampire community's needs. Wolves, harpies, mermaids, and even humans were willing to give their blood freely.

This little shit enjoyed the fear in his victims' eyes while he fucked and sucked them.

Little did he know, I did too. Not the fucking and sucking part, but I reveled in fear. It was my main diet, and it was the best diet anyone could ask for. Fear was everywhere, an unlimited food supply.

"I never thought I'd be into an asian woman but you're beautiful." His fangs brushed against my lower lip.

I fisted his clothes to keep from punching him right then. It was my almond eyes and dark hair that had him assuming my ethnicity. In truth, I wasn't even from this realm.

Rising on my toes, I brushed my breasts against his chest. "Maybe we should get out of here? I'm not one for audiences." I was tired of wasting my night on this bastard when I could be wasting away at the bar instead.

He leaned down until his lips skimmed my ear. "How kinky are you? I'm thinking of a nice fuck in the alley behind here."

I cringed but kept a smirk on my face. "I'm down to get a little dirty."

The door to the street opened and a cool breeze wafted through the club. Goosebumps erupted over my skin. I could feel the crisp night air all the way in the back, where I was making out with a vampire plump for rape.

What made the air different was I could smell it. Sugary and floral scents tickled my nose.

The vampire gripped my hips, pulling me to him so I could feel his hardened length pressed against me. "Good. Did you want another drink before we go?"

His fear spiked, awaiting my answer. He didn't want to waste another penny on a drink for me, not when his throat ached to taste my blood and his dick throbbed for me.

"I think I'm ready to fuck." I rolled my hips into his.

A body crashed into mine, separating me from the vampire. The scent of roses filled my lungs.

Shit. If the vampire got away, it'd be a bitch to try and track him. I wasn't paying attention to whatever fake name he gave me.

I pushed myself away from the man with a floral scent, scowling when he had a kind, warm smile and soft green eyes.