Lamia

Chapter 1- inquietum

She could feel the beat in her bones, the alcohol rushing through her veins, moments like these were what she lived for. The club was full, standing room only and she was to go on any minute, she wore the most dazzling outfits, pearls scattering her body, leaving nothing to the imagination but covering all the important parts, the shimmers and colors of her makeup making her icey blue eyes dangerous. She loved her job, everything about it. She loved the rush when she would walk out on stage, the feeling as she moved to the music and mouthed the words like she was the famous woman singing, she was in the spotlight and that's all she had ever wanted. She was only 18 years old when her friends took her to The Blue Haven Ballroom and she was instantly infatuated by the women, they were so elegant, so sexy their bodies flowed with excitement and lust, they empowered every woman standing in the room in that exact moment, dazzling every man around in the most outrageous yet elegant outfits. They had the entire audience's undivided attention. They were provocative yet they were majestic, they moved their bodies in a way that made every man's imagination wander to the deepest parts of his mind. She wanted it to be real she wanted to feel like the sexy women she was watching preform, she wanted men to sit around and drink while aweing at her, she wanted to tease the piano player with her seducing eyes and she wanted to lean over whisper in the bartender's ear, allowing him only to hear what she wished. She wanted to be up on that stage more than anything; and now she was.

She was suddenly brought of her thoughts by her name being called. She walked out on stage and instantly got ready, the music would be starting any minute. She sat on top of the shiny black piano, leaning back on her hands with her slender yet long legs crossed at the knees, she knew how amazing she looked, she knew she would be ravished by the men and she loved it. Her beauty radiated off of her, Zarias heart pounded to the beat of the music, the excitement flowed through her veins her body tingled with satisfaction. As the music started she began the routine she had done a hundred times now. The spotlight reflected off the diamonds she had on her corset, causing twinkles to dance around her as she went, Her hips swinging in a melodic rhyme with the music,her hair flipping back and forth in motions that mimicked the ocean as she moved along the stage. The spotlight directly on her she took every advantage of it, she performed her best moves and smiled as big as she could she was a star and she felt more comfortable than ever. As she began dance with a old 20's microphone she knew it would end soon, far too soon. When the song would end it would be the next girls turn to live her dream for the short amount of time the song allowed. Then she'd go off, back to making drinks and fantasizing about stealing the eyes off the crowd.

Zaria had only been back at the bar for a few minutes when she began to feel uneasy but she wasn't sure why. Her heart kept pounding, her pulse was racing a mile a minute. She tried to shake off the weird feelings while working to finish making her famous margerie on the rocks. Locals came in every night that she worked to request that drink. Three shots of Sky Vodka, one shot of Corralejo tequila, and half a cup full of sprite and punch. Simple. She didn't find the drink very appealing, but considering it mixed two different types of alcohol, she knew that it was a hangover waiting to happen. And the more they drank the more they would tip her so she didn't mind making her famous drink on repeat. As she finished the drink her mind wandered back to the strange feelings she had been having since she had gotten back behind the bar. Why was she feeling so out of tune? Perhaps she was coming down with a cold. She turned to hand over a set of drinks to the waitress "Table five" She said impatiently to the ditzy blonde. She had just turned and started to make the drinks for the next table when she felt a strange surge go through her body, jolting her so hard she dropped the bottle of tequila she had just grabbed. She gasped not understanding what had just happened she precipitously rushed to clean the mess, relieved that not many people had heard the bottle shattering over the roar of the crowd as the dance came to an end.

After she finished cleaning she noticed through a window a man sitting at a table. He looked so calm and peaceful, not even fazed by the commotion of the people going in and out of the club door right beside him, or the long line of people waiting to get in.

It was now almost closing time, she noticed the stranger still sitting at the table he hadn't even touched his drink one of the waitress' delivered to him nearly an hour earlier. She checked the time once more and decided she should probably go tell the man that it was nearly closing time, she walked to the door and pushed it open. As she peered outside she was befuddled at the sight of an empty table, she glanced down the street but saw no one, was she losing her marbles; first the weird feelings and now a disappearing man. She shook her head and grabbed the drink that was sitting on the table before heading back inside to clean up for the night.

One minute Amaya's was listening to the sounds of the music and the next he was fighting himself not to kill, he had no idea what had come over him, he had never in his 225 years felt the urge to taste human blood so bay, he could still smell it, not even knowing who it had come from but knowing he needed to get out of there before it turned into a total blood bath. And that confused him, shook him to his very core. He was never violent, he was careful and precise with the way he drank blood. Never to hurt or kill anyone, and always from a blood bag, the feeling of taking someone's life always left him miserable; He had messed up too many times in his past and every day he had to live with the regret of all the people he innocently killed because he couldn't control his urge to feed. He never signed up for this and that's not how he wanted to treat people, but tonight he wanted it, needed it, his veins flared up as though they were going to burst, he wanted to rip their throat out,he wanted to watch a human cry and scream for him to stop. He wanted to laugh and remind them how pathetic human life was while he was indulging on that sweet smelling blood. he hadn't felt anything like it, not even when he was a new vampire.The second he reached his home he ran to the library, needing to find out what was happening to him. What he found out he soon realized was going to change everything. But just how well can he control his urge?