Stiletto heels clips hard against the smooth floor of the stage as the thin dancer stepped back out, this time onto the main stage. Her outfit now a cooler color this time, a purple-dyed leather skirt that was tied on one side, the bottom frayed and cut into strips, so when those hips shifted and bounced, one could see the thin matching material beneath the short skit. The top match accordingly, of course, a bra of sorts, though there was no bottom to “cup” her breasts as her athletic body didn’t require such a thing, instead, leather frays lay across her bare skin, covering all but the round bottoms. The finishing touch was the high stiletto heeled booted she was wearing that went covered her calves.

Clipping against the floor, tanned legs walked straight out to the pole that stood on the stage jutting out into the patron area, males littering the chairs all about sparse tables, eyes now gazing up at her. As soon as a hand touch the cold metal of the pole, her body swung around it, eyes catching as many of the men’s as they could, pausing as she came around to face them once more, hand holding the pole while the rest of her leaned to the side, pausing with the beats of the music.

When the song kicked up again, her body began to move with it, the pole being her new-found lover as she spun towards it, back resting against the front of her pole, both hands behind her back as she slowly bent her knees and squatted towards the ground, legs spread wide as the right hand came around and gently ran across the top of her leg towards her hip, sliding in at the last moment and over the thin string of material that was covering her sex.

She didn’t stay there long though, just enough to grab the attention of nearly all the males in the room, dark eyes dancing as she looked for the one she had been told had arrived. Not spotting him yet, her body moved back up, spinning about the pole once more, this time to the side with her front to it, leaning forward so the cool metal could be felt against the skin covering her breastbone, rear high in the air as it was sent back towards facing the audience. As this angle, though, she did spot her prey, the jacket, scar, and hair gave him away.

Standing up straight, she locked one leg around the poke with her knee, spinning around once with the pole that spun easily with her, hands coming back over her head as she leaned back, fingertips brushing against the waxy floor as the top of her body swayed and jiggled a bit, eyes watching the drooling smiles upside down before she pulled up and continued with her routine.

Her dark eyes did not stay locked on her target, she treated him as she did each other male in the room, especially considering he hadn’t gotten up to give her any cash yet. But as she was kneeling near the edge of the stage, leaning all the way to her back as she felt rough hands running up her thighs to place more money in the strap of her thong or skirt, a man’s gently touch ran up her side, the backs of his fingers running over the side of her exposed breast. Feeling the other men’s touches fall away, those dark eyes slid open to meet the only man who had her attention now – Calper.

Two hundred dollar bills were produced from his palm, which he placed right down the front of her g-string, a soft smirk on his thin lips as he then offered his hand to her. Her eyes followed the money, as she knew the other women would have done, knowing it would make any of their nights. Accepting his hand, her body slid easily off the side of the stage, landing on her feet as she felt his hands immediately come around her small form, grabbing her ass hard with both hands as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Come spend the night with me. I assure you, it will be worth your while,” his tone seductive and smooth, she caught herself wondering how any woman could resist him. Her hips gently rolled forward into him as a silent response, her own smile coming out to meet his. Taking this as a yes from her, his hands squeezed hard causing her to gasp before he bit hard into her ear lobe, slowly releasing it before one hand released her and the other circled her small waist, though managing to keep a hand on her upper ass cheek. Two fingers first pointed to two guys, then to the backroom of the club, one man going first into the room, and then reappearing in the doorway to nod before he went back in.

As she was guided back to the room by his tough grasp, she saw the second door out was being closed by the guard, and then the door behind them closed as well by the second man he’d pointed to. The room itself was circular, decorated in deep reds and blacks, one rounded couch off to one side and two plush armchairs on another, a small table in between them, a wine bottle and glass sitting atop it, though the bottle so dark and without a label, it wasn’t possible to tell what it was. Of course, being what this place was, there was a silver pole right in the middle of the room.

Calper wasted no time in giving her a shove toward the middle of the room and falling into one of the armchairs; that smirk still on his lips as a hand lifted to wave his fingers as the pole. The dancer’s hands were already grasping onto it, pulling herself around to the back, facing the opposite wall as she placed her back and ass against it, slowly sliding down as her hands ran down her sides and over each cheek, spreading it against the pole and lifting the little frays to give him a nice view.

Hands then running back up, she grasped the pole over her head tightly, kicking up with her right leg, it caught the top of her pole where it hooked around the pole tightly at her knee, hands slowly coming down as she hung upside down. Giving her body a small spin towards him, she arched her back away from the pole, hands coming up to grab her breasts, squeezing them tightly towards one another as her eyes were closed.

The next moment, she was lost. When she had closed her eyes, he had been sitting back in the chair, one leg crossing the other, but as soon as her eyes had closed, she felt his hands running down her legs as she hung there, her right leg keeping her in this position. Not sure what he wanted, her hands kept doing what they were doing, as his hands gently moved down her legs, once again stopping as he grabbed her left ass cheek with one hand, his right coming around on her thigh, gently moving around towards the inside and then down towards the thin string covering between her legs. Two fingers gently ran over the string towards her front and then back once more, and then one slid beneath the string as his hand slid forward, his other hand coming up to undo the tie of the cover skirt, pulling it away. That gone, there was now just the thin material covering her lower body. His right hand not moving from it’s place, he ran that finger back and forth once more, feeling her body shiver beneath his touch. Squatting down himself, to be able to look at her face to face, he just smiled as he gently pressed with a finger against the string.

“You are very new to this, aren’t you, my prize?” It seemed rhetorical in nature, so she didn’t answer it, but waited as he went on. “I think, that I shall keep you,” he paused as he pressed his fingers against that spot once again, her eyes closing as her body shook from the pressure. “Forever.” As this, her eyes opened and saw him leaning towards her, his left hand grabbing at her hair as he pulled her head back, leaning in as her seemed to lunge at her neck with his teeth.

She froze at first, swearing inside her head as she had no idea that this was the real reason why they were here, but then she jerked her head towards him with all her might, feeling his grasp on her hair tighten. Releasing her knee from the pole, her body fell towards him, causing him to fall back for a moment before lunging at her again. All she remembered thinking was that he was so fast, too fast for her, but then the backdoor to the room burst open.
A pause from the Calper the vampire as he looked to see just who it was, and then came a kick from Viera as she thrust one of those stiletto heels towards his chest as hard as she could, causing it to puncture. A screamed pierce the air in the room as he turned back towards her and hissed, grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him, swiping at her face with a hand that now seemed to have long, sharp nails. Arms coming up to shield her face, she felt the blood running down her arms now before a loud thunk was heard and she fell back to the ground.

Shaking her head, she backed up and got to her feet, getting out of the way just in time to see a jet of fire streak past her and towards Calper. Eyes glancing to her right, she saw Rainea there with a lighter and can of hair spray, aiming at Calper as his lips moved with a light incantation to cause the fire to be more potent and to carry right towards his target.

Behind him, a small female entered wearing large glasses and her tawny brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. In her hands she held a medium-sword that appeared to be wet with something. Running behind Rainea and Viera, she jumped at the vampire, slicing horizontally at him with the sword. Annoyed by the sword, Calper kicked at it and caused it to fly backwards and the female to fall to the floor. Rolling to one side, she got to her feet once more, reaching to retrieve the sword. The door from the club fell open, his guard from that direction falling in face first and right to the floor as his back was stuck with daggers, knifes, and a few broken chair legs. He was alive, but barely.

Shrieking as Rainea kept a safe distance but still was spraying fire at him, Calper lunged at the defenseless female this time, trying to get away from the fire and catching one of the glasses-female’s legs, causing her to fall backwards as well to the ground. The nails on Calper’s hands now raked down her legs, tearing the skin to shreds as he tried to make her bleed; his charred skin scraped against the ground, wishing only to kill one of his attackers.

Getting to her feet, Viera grabbed the fallen sword before the other girl could, the young one’s eyes wide as she stared. No time for shock, she ran with the sword towards the vampire who was looking for blood from the fallen female, bringing it up as she ran and then stepping into the swing, brought down the sharp blade onto the neck of Calper, chopping through most of his flesh. A second swing followed to finish off the job, his head rolling gently to the side before one of her boots gave it a swift kick towards the backdoor.

Dark eyes watched to see if his body stopped moving, herself not sure if that was the end or not. But seeing it shudder and fall limp, she next moved to the other guard by the door, bringing the blade down on his neck as well to sever the head from the body, kicking it towards the other head. That done, she looked towards the female, who was kicking at Calper’s body with her good leg, trying to get out from under the weight of it. Rainea moved over with his spray can and lighter, kicking away the body to the side first and then spraying the back of the body with it and lit it.

“Viera and Montia, we need to get out of here,” helping the female to her feet as she was gasping as she had reached the wall and was trying to push herself to stand. Rainea pulled one of her arms over his shoulders, lending support to the bleeding woman. Her innocent eyes turned to Viera.

“Please bring the sword,” before she was yanked and started out the backdoor with Rainea. Sword covered in blood but still in hand, Viera followed after them, kicking the door shut behind her and nearly tripping over a third body, this one however had been mauled and clawed halfway through the front of his body. Holding back a natural reaction not to lose her stomach right there, she ran after the two slipping out into a back alley.

Rainea was opening the backdoor to a car, helping the girl in as quickly as he could before hopping in himself. “Get in the front! Let’s go!” He certainly seemed to be getting more alert and vocal now that they were out of the club, and Viera jumped right into the front seat, the sword hilt resting between her legs with the blade tip towards the floor. The driver hit the gas as soon as the door was shut and they sped away out of the alley and onto the main street, driving fast for a few miles before stopping behind the hotel Viera had been staying at.

Looking over her shoulder, the one called Montia seemed hardly aware of her surroundings; Rainea had a few towels and cloths over her legs, using pressure to try and stop the bleeding. Looking back to the driver, he spoke to her.

“The job is done.” He was flat, no real emotion in his voice, like this was all just business. “Here is the payment. We thank you for your services. Please exit the car and speak of this to no one.” With that, an envelope was dropped onto the seat and the car locks popped open.

“But…” she attempted to start.

“We have no answers for you. Go now.” The driver was not up for any conversation, so a hand quickly grabbed the envelope and shoved open the door, tossing the sword down on the passenger side seat. Her mind suddenly blinked as a realization hit her, and she leaned back in.

“Holy water doesn’t work on vamps, fuckin’ idiots.” With that, the door was slammed shut hard as she felt the thickness of the envelope, moving towards the backdoor of the hotel where she saw the shadow of Trenton waiting for her. Opening the door as she drew towards it, he tossed her a bathrobe and took the envelope from her.

“You need a bath. You reek of blood and men.” Those dark eyes just glared at him as she clipped up down the hall towards the elevator, tying the sash about the bathrobe.