The throbbing beat of the music echoed faintly in the alleyway. Damien and I slid along in the shadows. It was very important I didn't do anything vampish that he couldn't do. A big door loomed ahead. Thanks to Lex and her 'skills', I knew the secret knock to get in. After a moment, the door opened and a big, burly man appeared. The bouncer. He eyed us for a second, then stepped back and let us enter.
The faint music exploded in to loud, ear-splitting beats. The sent of humanity made me gag a bit. Under humanity, was blood, sweat, and the thick smell of sex. I really wanted to get out. Damien's arm slid around my waist, gathering spiteful glares from a few others. I winked at them and showed some fang.
Damien chuckled. "Wanna dance?" He didn't wait for a response, just pulled me out to the writhing dance floor. We caught the beat and writhed along with them. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of us. Grinding, caressing, writhing. Then I caught my brother's sent, and everything snapped back into place.
"He's here." I breathed in Damien's' ear. He groaned softly, his hands sliding down my body, resting on my hips. I pulled away whispering "I'll be back in a second." I slid through the crowd of humanity, following my brothers sent. I found him speaking to a young girl. She couldn't have been older the seventeen. His gaze flicked up at me. He whispered something to the girl and glided towards me.
"Hmm, not many real vamps come here." he purred.
"I was thinking the same thing. I came for a little blood and dancing. You?"
"Mmm, about the same. Have I seen you somewhere before? I could swear I've heard you're voice before."
Oh. Crap. My voice. I didn't look like his sister, but I sounded like her. "No, I don't think I could forget your face."
"Oh, well. I've met a lot of people. Bound to be one or two that looked similar."
"Bound to be." I breathed as we danced. I realized how wrong this was. So I added "Sorry dude, I gotta go. You got a name?"
"Cameron DeRulle, call me, I'm in the book."
I nodded and danced my way back to Damien. Ignoring the damning looks from the humans, I slid back into Damien's arms. His hands rested on my waist, his lips against my neck.
"I hate these damn fangs, I've bit myself three times already. Ah! Damn, make that four." he muttered.
I rolled my eyes and shut him up with a kiss. I tasted the blood from where he had bitten himself. I drew on his tongue. He pulled away when a growling sounded softly by us. I knew that growl. Cameron. Well Hell. My brother had the suckiest timing.
"There somethin' I can help you with?" Damien asked, arm firmly around my waist as he glared at my brother.
Cameron laughed softly. "Not really, man. It's just the bitch you dancing with I'd like to have a word with."
Damien's stance took a slightly more protective turn. "There's nothing you can say to her you can't say in front of me."
"Boys, we should take this outside." I growled, glancing at the humans.
"My thoughts exactly." My brother's voice was silken ice. I'd heard that before only once. It scared me.
Once we got to the ally, he spun, pushing me against the wall. "Ravyn, what the hell are you doing here?"
I glared at him. "Oh, I don't know, I'm about to kill you, that's for damn sure, though."
"You can't kill me. I'm your Creator. If you do, you'll die too." He sneered.
I wondered vaguely what had happened to my brother. We'd been so close when we were human. Now… now he made me sick. Damien was watching carefully, I could see the stake he had a death grip on. "Then I'd die happy." I spat, baring my fangs.
"Little girls shouldn't mess with bigger boys, girl." He growled.
"A life lesson you learned, huh? Always figured you swang that way." A gay comment. Had I stooped that low?
His response, so quick I could barely see it, was ripping the collar of my shirt and sinking his fangs into my neck. I screamed, struggled against him. He only bit deeper.
He's going to drain me. I realized, and struggled harder. There was a wet squelching sound and Cameron yanked away.
"Bastard!" He spat at Damien, his mouth dripped blood. Damien, God love the poor bastard, had staked him. Not his heart, but his back. It's wouldn't kill him, but it would slow him down.
He flashed and slammed his fist into Damien's belly. Damien did a kind of pirouette thing, and returned the move.
Cameron sort of grinned and bared his fangs. With vampire strength he forced Damien against the alley wall. "Now you die, bastard." He growled in a silky purr.
Something like fear danced in my belly. I hadn't felt anything like that since…Jacob. And that made me even more scared. I flashed over and yanked to wooden stake out of my brothers back. Then plunged it into his heart. He froze. I felt searing pain fire through my body. I couldn't breathe. I killed him… I too would die.
Then the pain stopped. I looked at Damien. He had yanked the stake out then forced it back in. That way Cameron would die at his hand, not mine.
"Th-thank you." I whispered. Then his wrist was in front of my mouth. Without thinking, I bit him, letting him feel nothing. I didn't have the energy for anything else. His salty sweet blood filled my mouth and I suckled on his wrist.
I pulled back, his blood still on my lips. He watched it like a cat watches a mouse. I liked it off. I leaned forward and kissed him. It was innocent, almost chaste. When we came up for air, I sighed. "I should go. See ya 'round, Damien." I said softly. Without waiting for his response, I walked away. From him. From his body. From the only person who had ever been able to truly help me. Feel for me.
And I walked away crying.