Slave 4 U

Strip Club
Some Shady Corner of the World

Mora ran her fingers slowly through her hair, tilting her head back slightly with the the motion, her hair - currently golden coloured and fuchsia highlighted - sparkled in the spotlight that was trained directly on her. The torn half-tshirt showed most of her midriff, and her black jeans were so deliciously tight that the tears weren't really needed... but they were there.

She didn't have to take off any clothes, with the way she had control over each and every male in the club by just the slow motion of her hips, and the way her fingers ran through her hair. With an easy preditory prowl, she moved toward the center of the stage, hoisting her leg up onto the metal pole that was the center of this whole shebang. Locking her leg around the thing, she simply leaned backward, arching her back up as she slowly lowered herself back before coming back up again.

An hour later, Mora was leaning against the bar, counting the bills that she'd earned, an unlit cigarette sticking between her bright pink lips. She grinned at the amount, adding it mentally to her ever decreasing debt, quite proud of the progress she was making. Teaching had been great for the cause, not to mention emptying out the Circus's stash. Wrapping a rubber band around the bills and stuffing them in her back pocket, the girl made to leave, before the bartender stopped her.

"There's a man in the back for you, Mor." She said as she wiped down the counter, shooing the girl toward the back. "He's got extra funds, he said, and he'd pay you six times over."

Mora sighed. The things she did for money.

Moving toward the back now, she paused outside the door to run her fingers through her hair again - messing it up a bit - before pushing through.

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And she's wearing...

Spoiler:

It had been almost a month since his escape from the circus and he was still on the run from his brother. Just the thought of going through the detox had him wanting to tear all the humans before him to pieces whilst he still had the chance. He couldn't live without human blood and now he no longer intended to.

It had taken alot to risk coming here to get Amora but he was not leaving without her. As he entered the strip club he decided to stick to the shadows, wanting to pick his moment carefully before revealing himself to his mate. One wrong move and he was back locked up again.

Slowly, with his eyes trained on Amora he made his way over to the bar. "How much for a private audience her?" He asked nodding to Amora on stage, he still hadn't taken his eyes off her.

"Do you have any I.D? You look a little young to be in here." Questioned the barmaid which only served to amuse Merle. Slowly he turned his head and smiled.

"I don't need I.D just send her in when she's done okay?" He compelled and slammed a load of notes onto the bar on his way to one of the back rooms. As he passed he grabbed a blond by the arm and pulled her with him. "Lets have some fun shall we?" He smirked giving her a wink as he slammed the door shut behind him.

An hour later Merle sat on the bed with the girl beside him, her arm in his hands as the door opened. "Hello il mio angelo. Miss me?" He asked taking in the scent of her arm before taking his fangs and sinking them into her wrist since her neck was already bitten.

Mora froze, eyes taking in the scene before her, the bed, the blond, Aur-

Her hair used to be completely blond too, at a time. Eyes staying on the blond, she simply watched as the girl's already hazy eyes went vacant, her mind folding like tissue paper beneath the young vampires.

Without another word, she turned to leave once more, fingers curling over the door handle and yanking it open with more force than she thought she'd used. A crack appeared where the door hit the wall, but she was past that, stalking back the way she came.

Merle didn't even notice the girls mind turn to mush. He was too busy being hypnotised by her blood. As soon as her blood touched his taste buds they might as well have been the only two in the room for the amount of attention he was paying.

However when the loud crack of the door hitting wall came his head snapped up and his mind cleared long enough to remember. Tossing the body aside he jumped off the bed and ran to a stop in front of Amora. "Where do you think you're going?"

Mora skidded to a stop as he appeared in front of her, clenching her hands into fists and glaring at the hallway behind him. "Home." She said simply, using a burst of Vampire speed to get around him only to find her way blocked again. "Where else would I be going? Honestly." She frowned as he blocked her way again, and again... and again. On the tenth try, she stopped, standing still once more, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Want something, Galenson?" She asked, somehow sounding uninterested and almost bored. She did not even deign to look at him.

"I didn't say you could go home." He said narrowing his eyes as he blocked all her attempts to leave. "Please continue, i can assure you, you will become drained before i." He smirked.

At the sound of his old name his top lip pulled back in a snarl as he pushed her against the wall. "Where did you hear that name?" He asked not releasing his grip on her arms. He hated the name more than anything and with the threat he and his brother faced when that name was concerned anyone mentioning it rattled his cage.

"I didn't ask for your permission." She snapped, glancing up at him, brown eyes challenging before she looked away again. She ran her fingers through her hair, as she focused on the wall decidedly to his left, having somehow decided that, no matter what would happen, she wouldn't look into his eyes.

Finding herself up against the wall - again - she squirmed slightly, trying against his hold with barely any of her strength, knowing it was no use. She rolled her eyes, before turning her head to the side, so she was looking down the hallway along the wall and not at him. "Your father's name is Galen. You're his son. Galenson. It's not rocket science." She squirmed again, this time with a bit more force, as she tried to get free of him. "Do you plan on letting me go anytime soon?"

"There are two ways to do this Amora and im not above either. Especially not after you disturbed my meal." He was still annoyed that he'd left blood to go to waste. The girl would be dead now and he preferred his blood to be alive. "It's your choice but you will co-operate."

"I never told you that!" He said looking over his shoulder to make sure no one had heard before he returned his attention back to her. "No, now move we can't stay here out in the open." He said dragging her by the arm back into the room they'd just left. Once they were in the room he shut the door closed, or as closed as it would go and his eyes darkened at the smell of fresh blood.

"How did you hear about my father?"

"Two ways to do what?" It was simply a blink, and then she was in that room again, nearly choking on the scent of the blond who'd almost started to cool. "Oh sorry, I'll let you finish with your whore the next time, okay?" She said sweetly, shaking off his hold and stepping away from him. She ran her fingers through her hair again, looking away once more as a rosy red blush flitting across her features as she opened her mouth to say something that wouldn't exactly come out.

Licking her lips slowly, she tried again, glancing up at him before clasping her hands behind her back and wandering toward a picture on the wall. "You talk in your sleep." She said softly, her eyes caught on the image portrayed by the passionately coloured paints. "It's actually quite endearing, if one were to listen closely."

"To come with me." He said getting impatient now. He thought he would have been in and out of here and gone within an hour. Yet here they stood nearly 2 hours later and they were still no closer to leaving.

He nodded and even as he did so his eyes flashed to the blood dripping off the side of the bed and he had to bite his knuckles to stop himself from claiming another victim. It was ridiculous how easy he got hungry even after having just fed.

"I do not!" He frowned turning his back to the body. It was becoming hard to concentrate as the scent began to cloud his mind. The last time this had happened he'd wiped out an entire village. "We need to leave get your stuff, we won't be coming back." He warned as he rushed out the room.

Mora let an exasperated breath out through her nose as she heard his departure, unable to resist the urge to glance over her shoulder. Something deflated in her chest, but she turned from that. She didn't bother asking where they were going, where he was taking her. The sheer fact that he wasn't here to say goodbye was enough to get her in motion. She grabbed a small backpack out from where it was stuck to the underside of the bed. Flipping the thing open to check the contents, she shrugged it over one shoulder, moving toward the door easily, all but forgetting the girl until she was in the doorway.

She'd forgotten something.

Moving back toward the bed, she stuck her hand between the mattresses. Pulling out the evenly sized machete, she slid it back into the hilt before attaching the thing to her belt loop. Running her eyes over the room once more, she made her way into the hallway, pausing slightly in the doorway as her eyes ran over the seemingly empty corridor.

"Aurmerle?" She called softly, a small tinge of worry stealing over her.

As he rushed out the room he came face to face with a young girl. Without even thinking he compelled her to be quiet and follow him into a spare room. There was no way he was going to make it out of here without kill everyone if he didn't feed.

He was just draining the last of her blood when he heard his name. For a few seconds he ignored it, making sure to get every last drop before he moved. Once he was sure she was as good as drained he left the room wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I'm here. Does this place have a backdoor?"

The relief that he was still there was nearly tangible, though she tried to ignore it. Slipping her hand into his unoccupied one instinctively, she tugged him after her as she went around the bar, to the back door. She paused slightly, cocking her head to the side and sweeping the area outside with her mind before she pushed through the door, knowing the alleyway to be empty. She led them as far as the middle of the alley before she paused.

"Where are we going?" She asked softly, waiting for him to take the lead instead.

Silently he tightened his grip on her hand and allowed her to lead him out. Her hand was the only thing keeping him moving out of the club and not the other way to the blood that sang to him. As soon as he was outside he took a deep breath the cleanse his senses of the aroma.

"Away." Was all he said as he pulled her off towards the streets. "But i need to do something first. Wait here." He warned before he took off towards the next street.