Bound to the City's Vampire Master

Part 1 [The City of Angels] 

Hey there. Here's part one of BTTCVM. This is loosely based on the ideas of the Vampire RPG games from White Wolf. If you like it, please vote for it. I'll update soon. Thanks! 

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I was in an eight-thousand dollar dress. Eight thousand dollars-but looking like a cheap whore.

I walked into the night club in a tight form-fitting short dress, cut below just my bottom and revealing all my cleavage. The bright, garish red of it pretty much screamed "BED ME!!!!". The dress ended in shingles. My gun holster was a more different design. It wrapped around my upper body, so my gun was hidden in the small of my back, lightly grazing the wounds there. Abel.

Any shape that deviated from the natural shape of my body was covered by my long, sleek curls.

I really tried working my legs in those three inch heels, although I had stumbled a few times outside (thank god there was no one there to witness the spectacle that was myself). Slam my left leg first on the ground, make sure my patooty shashays left and right with vigor, then slam my right leg down in front of me. Something like what I saw in that America's Next Top Model episode.

My parents would faint, wake up, faint, wake up again, and maybe faint five more times if they saw me.

Don't judge me though-honestly, I have no experience whatsoever in the art of sexy seduction.

Usually I would just shoot the fucking vampire through the head with a silver bullet, blow him a kiss, call it a day, and maybe stop by the nearest Subway for a spicy Italian sub. Mmmm.

I'm a hunter...or I was a hunter. A vampire hunter. But now I'm like an errand runner for the City Master. Others call him the prince, but the day McDonald's decides to go healthy is the day I'd ever address him that way. How I came to work under him is a long story though. A vampire himself. Isn't it ironic how things sometimes turn out? But no, I can't solve this with a little traditional stake-through-the-heart or a bullet-through-the-head. I can't get this vampire alone.

Kayne, the vampire, is one of the vampires on the upper social chain, leader of an oppositional rebel group against the City Master. He's also a notorious playboy, surrounding himself with women all the time. According to the information I've received, that is, and my orders were to kill him and only him alone. Kill the shepherd, and the flock of sheep will scatter.

"Miss-wait!"

I turned around, and found myself face to face with one of the security guards, whose job was to ensure that those who don't know about the "nightlife" stay out of the club.

He was real thin with a gaunt face, but I long knew that often appearances belie a person's true nature. He wasn't a vampire, though. Just a human. Poor club management, I thought. Situating a human out here for security of a VAMPIRIC club.

He had his arm on me. "I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

Great. What do I do now? Of course; I was human, and even if I was a vampire junkie, I had to be with one to enter.

Okay. Go for sexy, Kay, go for sexy. Slow down the cadence of your voice and make it low and sensual. Somehow. I don't know how.

"Is that so....?" I said, forcing myself to use my "sleepy" voice. That was as close to understanding it as I got.

Surprisingly, it did work. He shot back a flirty smile.

Encouraged, I trailed a finger down his chest, and I felt him shiver underneath my touch.

"Won't... you... just... let... me... in... this time?" I purred.

His breathing quickened. "Sorry... I can't. Against the rules. But if you want a real party, you can go out with me sometime."

"....Please...?" I whispered, batting my eyelashes up at him. At this point he was panting, but still he shook his head. I had no idea how that worked. I felt myself becoming irritated.

"I really can't. I would let you in, miss, but the owner would tear my throat out if he finds I compromised his club by breaking a rule."

"Please? It would be a great favor to me that I would return..."

I shoved a thigh between his legs and pressed myself against his chest, holding onto his tie now. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Please?"