Vampire King’s Little Killer

Savior: A person who saves someone or something from danger.

Tessa

A week after my run-in with the man who was called the hunter, my inside craves a little action. It was almost nine in the evening and I was still waiting for Nero. I was still getting nowhere with my wall of suspects, and I’d been spending the day lounging, watching Netflix to cross off a number from my bucket list.

Binge on sappy romance movies on Netflix was my Bucket list number seven, yeah I figured I need to clean my palate since my Netflix recommendations were mostly murder documentaries and gory films. There were a couple of numbers that had been crossed throughout the week. Such as, going to the zoo where I enjoyed watching lion feeding time. I also went to the mall to shop all day buying colorful clothes though I don’t know where I’d wear them so I stick to blue, red, green, and purple. All in a different shade of their darker tone, obviously.

I was hoping to go clubbing with Nero tonight, he can choose which number is on the list. I did put two, a regular dance club and a sex club. I smiled hoping that he’d pick the last one. But when by eleven he was still not at the apartment, I was getting antsy. So I decided to go out on my own.

Dance club it is then.

I ordered a ride deciding that I don’t want to be bothered with parking. I was wearing my new deep red colored knee length, sleeveless body con style dress. I was also crossing out another list by wearing my new Louboutin fuck-me-heels. I looked hot and I know it. I slipped in my thinnest knives on my thighs and my phone and some cash in my clutch.

Less than an hour later, I arrived. The line was long, the music was heard from the outside of the club and with one look at me, the bouncer he let me pass as I smiled sweetly and slipped him the crisp bills.

“Have a good time,” he said, opening the door for me.

“Thank you.” I gave him my best flirty smile and stepped into the packed club. The music was very loud, the lights were crazy dramatic, and the crowd was busy dancing, uh… though they looked more like grinding than dancing.

I smiled and said to myself this was why I don’t go clubbing. It was wasting my time, rather than straight to the main course which was fucking their brains out, they spent hours listening to loud music and grinding against sweaty bodies before they finally go home and have drunk sex. I get that sometimes sex is hot when you were under the influence, but not when you risk going home with an STD or worse a rapist, a killer. Seriously, people here need to watch more true crime series.

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” A man to my side asked.

“Thank you, rum and coke, please.” I smiled at the stranger. Another number crossed off the list, have a drink with a stranger. I was aware that he was checking me out so I gave him the same treatment and he laughed. The stranger was tall, built, and he was okay looking. not as handsome as Nero but he will do. A companion for the night before I go back to Nero’s and hopefully by then he’d be back.

“You’re here alone?”

“Yeah, you?”

He smirked before telling me that he was alone. He flirted and I kept on drinking until he asked me if I wanted to dance and I said yes. I figured for the experience, then I should go back. The club was not my scene, and I was being nice to the man who bought me a drink.

The dance floor was jammed with people kissing and dancing. And I kept pulling my body back every time he tried to get close and put his hands on my body. Yeah, I did not like that kind of dancing. So after a couple of songs, I told him that I was done.

“I’m heading back, I got work tomorrow.” I lied when I felt that the guy was pushing his luck with me. I seriously didn’t want to make a scene, but when he followed me out of the club and pushed me against the wall, my annoyance grew.

“Dude, you don’t want to do that.” I snapped at him.

“Chill, baby, you don’t dress like that if you’re not looking for a hookup.” He sneered, while his eyes roamed my body.

“But, I’m not.” I huffed and pushed him away.

“Don’t lie, baby,” He snickered and pushed himself back against me. That was it, I’ve had enough. The bouncer shouted out when he saw me pinned against the wall of the club, he was about to rescue me before I managed to get out of his sleazy hold and kicked the douchebag in the groin.

“I won’t lie, not without a clear plan. And kicking you in the nuts doesn’t require much planning. Dude, don’t be that guy.”

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He was about to punch me in the face, I was about to reach for my knife when the bastard suddenly cursed in pain.

“Mother fucker!”

“Go. She said no.” Another stranger stepped between us. He had a protective aura around him. A fierce soldier vibe as if he was the vigilante that was saving all the damsels in distress. Well, though shit I was no damsel in distress and he had just ruined my vibe. I was going to draw my knife and maybe inflict some real pain on the bastard.

The stupid bastard limped and walked away, while the soldier-vigilante guy put his hand on my arm asking me if I was okay.

“I’m fine.” I couldn’t help myself not to pout and the man chuckled seeing my attitude.

“And here I thought I was saving a beautiful woman, I’ve always wanted to be that knight and shining armor.” His handsome face formed a dashing smile, and I must confess that I was not immune to it.

“Um… yeah, I wanted to kick his ass to the street and hope that a car suddenly struck him and maybe hit him in the head, so that maybe then he’d get it right.”

The wanna-be knight and shining armor laughed freely, and wow… he looked even more handsome. Okay, that was my cue, I need to get out of there. I have too much baggage to deal with a nice guy like him, even though he was in some way strangely hot.

“Right, I should go.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“Seriously? After I turned down a guy and kicked him in the nuts, then another guy still dares to offer me a ride home?”

“Look, I’m the good guy.”

“Riiight,” my tone was cynical and I know he heard it too. But instead of getting mad for feeling insulted, he let out another laugh, and damn… How can a man get sexier with each laugh? I was surely not drunk, I just had one glass. So I decided it must’ve been my club wear and the high heels. Yep, they were making me feel stuff.

My hand was reaching into my tiny clutch and grabbed my phone then started ordering my ride home. Luckily there was one nearby. The mysterious man decided that he was going to wait for my ride with me, to accompany me he said. In his words, he also said that he was making sure that the bastard was not coming back for me once he was gone.

The man wished me a safe ride home after I was seated in the car, then he closed the car door. My wanna-be savior was gone when I looked back to where he was standing minutes earlier.

Okay. Clubbing bad.

Definitely not for me.