Chapter 1 of Immortal Thirst
03:48 Apr 07 2008
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Chapter one
"Welcome gentleman, to sink or swim night, I'm D.J Mike" the D.J said as he walked the stage with a mike in hand.
The guys cheered, whistled, and screamed.
"For those of you here that don't know what sink or swim night is I'll explain it to you," he paused, "we let in some of the finest ladies this side of town come up here show what they got for you and then you all decide whether they stay or get the boot."
They all cheered again
He made his way back to the side of the stage, turning the mike off and setting himself up to start the music. She stood there staring out on to the crowed, the lights dimmed darkening the place to pitch black. She moved quickly over to the pole, and just stood there.
"Making her first appearance on this stage tonight, I give you Jen" the D.J said.
The music blared out for the speakers and the light went back to normal. She took a deep breath and let her body find the beat. Her hips started to sway from one side to the other and soon her whole body followed. He sat at the table just watching her move around strutting the stage, grabbing the cold steel pole and swinging herself around. She ran her hand between her breasts all the way down to her inner thigh, driving sexually vibes all over his body. He picked up his drink moving closer to the fog covered stage. His blood scent rose from his veins finding her nose. She laid her back on the pole swing her hair in front of face. She let her eyes wonder around the place, trying to find were the man had moved to. He found an open seat at the end of the stage, taking it quickly he settled down. His scent grabbed her again, this time it was filled with more lust, it was hotter, and the beast in her stirred. She circled around the pole as his eyes ran over her barely covered, and slender body. Her beauty was mind-blowing to him, but what he did know was she was just a deadly as she was amazing. Her eyes a pale icy blue imprisoned thing that would drive a man insane, they were hypnotizing, once you got locked in you didn’t know until you woke up on the streets of heaven or dancing with the flames of hell. Her skin was far from pale, it was a perfect tan unmarked by the ageing time. Her smile was sex driven but killer, for behide those lovely full, red wine colored lips there was a set of small, sharp and very deadly pair of fangs. Her breast, oh yes, they fit her body perfect, not to big for her small body yet not to small. When you put her all together she was seductively, sexy and what almost every man dreamed of when they slept at night. The men who did get a night with her, never again took a breath of air. She felt the fog roll around her feet covering them up, then climbing its way up to her waste. She started to walk toward the other pole set up at the end of the stage. As she grew closer his hand started to tremble he adjusted himself in his seat and rubbing his hand along the seam of his pants even he could feel the knot. She looked down at him grinning as she gripped the pole and spun. She flipped her back to the pole and dipped down and came up fast. He moved again his lust for her growing with every blink of his eyes. She let her fingers lie loosely around the pole strutting around it until she swung her leg around and let her luscious black hair fall to the back. She slowly let her body sink to the floor. She flipped over pushing herself to her hand and knees. She could see the man through the strands of her hair, and started to crawl toward him. His mind went wild, sweat dripped from his forehead, he started to bounce his knee. She made her way closer to him, the scent of his blood getting stronger, pulling at her veins, calling for the beast. She stopped just inches away from his face. She could see the sweat running down his face, she smiled, spinning her body and sticking her leg out to him. The man sitting next to him grabbed her, black lacy garter belt, shoving a bill into it. He quickly reached in to his pocket pulling out what bill he grabbed on to shoving it with the other bills. She pushed herself on to her feet moving away from him and his eyes followed her. She made her way back toward the curtains, looking over her shoulder at him. To her surprised he finished his drink leaving the empty glass laying in the seat as he made his way out the door. In the back of her mind she knew he would be waiting for her some where outside. As she starred at the empty glass she got hit with a stage scent right then, it took her off her feet, she looked around the crowd trying to find were the scent was coming from. Without warning one guy stood up grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. The D.J. jumped over the table rushing over to help her, he balled up his fist hitting the drunken man on the side of his jaw.
“Jim get out here now” the D’J yelled!
The man fell back releasing his grip on her, the D.J. jumped off the stage pulling the man to his feet and pushing him toward the door. She watched as the D.J. shoved the man out into the night. She looked down at her wrist, continuing to make her way off stage. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, she couldn't get the scent that hit her on stage out of her mind. It was like no other she had been hit by in her life, but she knew it wasn't human. She made her way through the rundown, beat up, hallway heading toward what the manager called their dressing room. In truth it was just a run down room covered over with a set of lockers, curtains, florescent lights and a cheap holly scented candle, but it did have a door. She pushed her way in to the room, making her way over to her blue messenger bag. She reached under the vanity dresser pulling out her bag. She unzipping the bag she pulled out the newspaper looking at the circled ad,
"Ladies wanted sink or swim night. 18 years or older. Some Nudity is involved. If you are interested be at 1945 E Boston St by 9 PM."
She balled up the paper and tossed it in to the garage can. She reached in again retrieving a pair of faded black jeans, a gray tank-top and a set of crimson red boots. She sat down pulling the money out from her grader-belt, she counting it she as she set it on the small table.
"Enough to get me through the night" she said as she removed her panty hoes and tucking them in the bag. She stood up sliding her skirt off and slipped into the jeans. She peeled off the tight shirt pulling the tank-top over body. She grabbed the money shoving it into her back pocket, she gathered up the clothes shoving them into the bag. She slung the bag over her shoulder, pushing her way out of the dressing room. She stepped in to the hallway heading toward the back exit. She could hear the rough bass coming from the stage she stopped listening to the catcalls from the guys. She knew soon they would toned down and thin out with in the next hour the men would be so drunk they would just fall over, throw up then get kicked out of the place. She reached out for the door handle.
“Hey,” a voiced called out.
She didn’t want to turn around and face him but she knew she wasn’t going to get out of here until she talked to him.
“What,” she asked?
“First off don’t talk to me like that, and second come to my office we need to talk,” he said.
She smiled, turning toward him.
“About” she asked?
“I just need to speak to you” he said.
She pushed her bag around to her back.
“I know what your going to stay so don't bother I won't be back to this shit hole,” she said.
She turned back around, turned the knob pushing the door open. She stepped out into the ally letting the metal door slam shut with a heavy bang. She stood there for a second knowing she just walked out of a really good hunting ground. The smell of wet boxes and old rotting garbage was just lingering in the all around in the air. She started to walk toward the sound of a car’s engine rumbling. The low rumble of a nightly storm making its way upon them bounded of the stone covered walls. The sweet scent of pre-rain rose to her nose, as she drew closer to the parking lot, the scent of cheap stale liquor took over. She kept on walking moving closer to the end of the ally way, the rumbling engine was just up in ahead in her path. She kept a steady pace, fighting down the beast in her. She walked from the walls of the ally out into the open parking lot. She caught the sight of the car in the corner of her eye. She could feel his stalker eyes watching her every move. She turned around looking back at him, his cigarette smoke run from his mouth into the closed car. She turned her stare from him looking up at the sky as she pulled out a cigarette. She laid it between her lips pulling a match from the book she took a deep breath in lighting the cigarette. She felt the smoke hit the bottom of her lungs. She moved the cigarette to her side letting the smoke flow from her mouth into the air. She could feel his eyes watching her still as if she was a mouse in his snake cage. She turned making her way to the street corner. She heard him shift the car into drive and start to move closer. The scent of his blood came at her, she brought the cigarette to her mouth taking a deep in, calming the beast slightly. She turned her head just as his car went pass her, turning on left onto the street, driving away. She watched as he just sat at the light, checking his rearview mirror making sure she didn’t get in any car. She took another breath in with the cigarette at her lips. The light turned green, he pushed on the gas petal swinging his wheels in to a U-Turn. She blew out the smoke as he pulled up next to her and came to a stop at her side. He rolled down his window, letting scent of himself out into the night air. She pulled the cigarette up to her lips breathing in deep.
“Need a ride” he asked?
She smiled blowing the smoke out.
“Waiting on a cab” she lied.
He nodded watching her rise the cigarette to her lips and inhaling in.
“I can give you a ride,” he said.
She smiled,
“Well, I don't know" she said.
“Come on, what can it hurt,” he asked?
“I’m pretty dangerous,” she said with a sexy grin.
“I think I can handle a little thing like you” he said.
“You do huh” she said.
He watched her bring the cigarette to her mouth breathing in slowly.
“Get in and we can find out” he said.
She flicked the cigarette onto the ground watching it roll into the gutter. She moved around to the passenger door standing there waiting for him to unlock the passenger door. She ran her eyes over the car, it one of the newer ocean blue Jettias’ that were just put on the market. She pulled the door open climbing in and setting her bag between her legs. She looked around the car the inside was even nicer then the outside. The seats were slick black leather, the carpets were free of stains and underneath the scent of smoke still was that new car smell.
“Where to” he asked?
“Don’t care,” she replied.
He looked over at her grinning wildly, she knew long before she was asked to get in that he was only wanting a one night stand but he was getting more. He pulled the car into drive leaning on the gas pulling away from the club. He twisted around corner, turning down streets, weaving his way in and out of traffic, speeding his way half way across the town. She looked out the window watching the other cars pass and the lines in the street count by like nothing. He looked over at her.
“What’s with the dirt” he asked?
She looked over at him.
“What” she asked?
He had caught her off guard, she wrapped her hand around the small vile of dirt that she wore around her neck.
“The necklace, it is dirt right” he asked?
“Yea, it is,” she answered.
“Why do you wear it” he asked again?
“It’s an old family thing” she lied.
She played with it for awhile thinking about the real meaning of the dirt. It was dirt from the land she was born in the dark world, it was something most vampires carried around. She looked back out the window as he pulled on to a dark, wooded road. His blood started the boil, rushing through his veins, making the beast stirred in her belly again, her veins pulled aching for his lust filled blood, her lips wanted to feel the warmth of his flesh. She watched as they passed the sign welcoming them to Talent Park. She turned looking over at him as he reached up turning off the headlights as he turned onto a dirt road and slowed down the car’s speed. Thunder cried in the sky again followed by a few rain drops dyeing off on the front window of the car. He hit the brakes again bring the car to a complete stop. She took another look out the window the sky was darkened with the rain clouds but the scent of dawn was hanging heavy in the air and the dawn would not wait for her to get her fill. He looked over at her taking a deep breath, she could smell the sweat that hung on his back. He reached into the center consol grabbing the pack of cigarettes pulling one out and quickly lighting it.
“You want one” he asked?
“Not right now,” she answered.
“What’s your name” he asked creaking the window?
She looked at him trying to think of a name to give him.
“Sophia,” she lied.
“Nice” he said.
She just smiled not caring to know her victims name. He moved his hands into the cup holder, running his middle finger over something he was trying to hide but the wrapper moved under his hand. He moved his hand quickly hitting the keys she heard them hit each other as they swung in the ignition. She watched as they swung, he reached out wrapping them up in his hand bring them to a stop. She turned her attention to him. He took another drag from the tip of his cigarette. His nerves were running high, she could tell he was on edge, he wanted her. He moved back laying his back onto the seat and breathing out hard.
“What do you want to do” he asked?
“I think you already had something planned out” she said.
She looked down at the wrapped condom he was trying so hard to hide from her. He smiled from embarrassment.
“Well, I did have one thing in mind” he said.
She leaned over kissing his lips slightly and he fell into it deep, but to his disappointment she pulled out before he could get into it. She felt the warmth of his lips on hers it filled her in a way, but it quickly faded away. She felt the beast claw at her insides releasing her fangs lower into her mouth. She couldn’t drag this thing out any longer, she was going to lose it his blood was hot at the peak of being the most variable. She had to take him now. She moved back over planting her lips on his neck right next to his jugular vein. She could feel his blood running on her lips, she could feel every beat of his heart. She brushed her teeth in against his neck.
“That’s right girl” he moaned.
He moved his hand to the back of her head pulling her head closer on his neck, as he ran his fingers through her hair. She laughed to herself, then without another thought she sunk her fangs deep into his flesh. His eyes shot wide open from the pain, he dropped his cigarette grabbing for the door handle. He kicked his feet letting go of her hair and digging his nails into her arm. She pulled her fangs out and started to suck. He tightened his grip, digging into her flesh deeper. She felt his hot blood run down her throat dropping into her stomach, her heart started to beat fast sending his blood all through out her. He started to loss his grip as he ran his nails down her arm bringing blood to surface. The heat from her bite warmed her lips, his blood flowed in her veins warming her cold skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his skin started to grow cold, losing its tan glow. His blood got bitter, and cold, she pulled back knowing not to take another drop. A few drops of blood trickled down his neck as he took his last breath, twitching. She climbed out of the car, wiping the sides of her mouth clean, she felt her fangs retracted into her gums. She raised her hands over her head stretching her body out. The wind wrapped around her body sending chills up her spine, but the blood running in her veins kept her warm. She looked around trying to find a place to dump his body. Lighting raced across the sky creaking as it hit the ground, followed by the rumble of thunder, drops of rain found their way to the ground. She pulled out her pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it up. She moved down the dirt road turning around every few steps to make sure that no one had turned on to the street. She took a deep breath in wondering where she was going to dump this body, then she caught the saving sound of a flowing river. She smiled, throwing her half smoked cigarette into the dirt. She made her way back toward the car, the rain drops started to fall faster, making the ground turn into mud. She reached the car, grabbing the driver side door and pulling it open. The man’s body fell out to the ground. She slammed the door shut, bending down and wrapping her arms around his waist. She began to drag him through the damp dirt. His shoes dug into the dirt leaving a trail for her to cover up on her way back. She pulled him onto the trail in the woods, bouncing his feet off uprooted trees and over fallen tree branches. She reached the wooden board walk that stretched out over the running river. She dropped his body walking to the end of the board walk by herself checking to make sure no-one was out for a midnight jog, finding no one she moved back to his body. She bent down grabbing up his body again she started to drag him along the wood. His shoes bounced off the spaces in the wood, a loose nail grabbed onto his pants ripping a hole in them. She looked up at the sky, more clouds moved in over the fading stars, and the low rumble of far off thunder could be heard. She pulled him to the end dropping is body in front of the ledge. She bent over getting a good look down into the water. Falling rain caused ripples in the fast moving water. Her eye caught a posted sign.
WARING! Fast moving water below do not attempt to swim, fish or boat.
She smiled as she turned back to the dead man, she looked at him. His eyes stared back at her, they were frozen in fear and pain. She bent down flipping him over reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his leather wallet. She flipped it open running her finger over all the credit cards, she pulled the wallet open to find it was pretty well stocked with bills, she pulled it all out shoving it in to her back pocket with the other money then put the wallet back.
“Come on now” she said.
She pulled him up on the railings taking one last look into his eyes then without warning and before she could push him into the water the railing snapped dropping his body into the river. His body hit the river with a big splash that sent water back onto the wood.
She stepped forward looking down into the river watching his body being carried away by the rapids.
She turned around walking back down the board walk to the dirt path. The trees danced with the wind as rain drops started to fall faster, lighting raced all across the sky. She reached the car pulling the door open and sliding in. She reached down adjusting the seat and mirrors to fit her. She grabbed for the key, hanging in the ignition, and started the car up. She pulled the car into gear. The tires spun in the mud, as she turned the car around and made her way through the twists and turns of the park. With a hard crack of thunder, the rain clouds opened up and rain drops flooded the windshead. She pushed the petal toward the floor and the car shifted into a higher gear. She reached up turning on the windshead wipers and clearing her view. She came to a stop, at the red traffic light. She reached up turning on the radio, the sweet sound of a guitar sang out and then the voice of a man started to sing. She leaned on the as the light flickered to green. She spun around corners, looking for a cheap motel for the night. She turned the corner, and a neon light came into view.
"The Ship Inn"
She laughed, but a room was a room. She pulled into the parking lot, it was empty, beside the few hookers walking around the parking lot, just waiting for another "date" as they called it.
She pulled into a spot by the office, getting out she left the keys laying on the seat. She pulled the office door open, walking up to the caged in front desk, she was met by a half stoned half drunk man.
"What can I do for you" he asked?
She could smell the beer hanging on his breath.
"Yea, I need a room" she said.
He smiled running his hand down his bear chest and burping.
"One bed or two" he asked?
"Just one" she answered.
He laughed,
"Usually the girls in this part of town work with a partner" he said.
He burped again, "but hell I don't care."
She watched him running his hand along all the keys, a small mirror caught her eye, her heart jumped, she held her breath, praying that it didn’t catch his eye that she wasn’t there in the mirror.
“Ten" he said.
He took the key off the hook turning back t o her and laying it on the desk,
"Fifty five dollars" he said.
She reached in her back pocket, pulling out the money, she slid it through the slot, and he slid the key to her. She picked it up and went to turn away.
"Hey sugar, my rate is five percent" he said.
"For," she asked?
"Don't play dumb with me, every man you shack up with I want five percent of what you make" he said.
"Pig" she said and walked out.
"I mean it" he yelled!
She splashed through the puddles as she made her way down the hallway leading to her room for the night. The air was laced in dirty sex you could smell the dungs all around you. She reached her door, sliding the key in to the door, she pushed it open. She shut the door, locking it behide her, dropping her stuff to the floor in front of the T.V. moving to close the curtains. She sat down on the little bed, looking around the room as she undressed herself.
The room was small, no bigger then an apartment living room. The walls were covered in cheap flower wallpaper that was pealing the reveal the yellow paint underneath. The bed was covered in a yellow tinted sheets, that had a usually scent to them. She left her clothes in a pile on the floor, moving in the beat up bathroom. She stood there wondering how they had ever pass code, the tile was creaked, and a few pieces were even missing. She made way over to the tube and to her surprise that was in good condition, beside the ring of dirt the clung to the inside. She reached over the tub turning on fawset, she cupped water up in her hand. Tossing it on the ring of muck she realized that she wasn't going to be able to get the dirt off. So grabbed the stopper off the only shelf on the water shoving it into the drain. The warm water stared to fill the tub. She stood up in front of the fogged over mirror she stood there staring at the glass. Some days she wished she could see herself but then again, what she had become she didn’t want to lay eyes on ever. She ran her hand over her check bone, to truth had set in along time ago, that she would watch the ones she grow close to die while she lived to see the end of everything. She opened her mouth running her figures over her set of fangs, they had taken so many lives, and she had lost count or quit counting she couldn’t remember. She pulled the rubber band out of her hair, letting it fall and cover up her shoulders. She turned to turn off the water when the room started to spin around in a circle, her stomach dropped itself, her heartbeat skipped and her eyes got heavy. She grabbed the shelf knocking it down, she heard things falling to the floor and the uneasy scent of musk covered the room. She stumbled slowly over to the sink, her hand slipped off the skin and she felt her body fall toward the ground. Her body went numb and the room went to a blank. She laid there unconscious, her mind drifted off into her past.
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