cab and begged the driver to wait with the guy still out of it in back. "Please? I'll be just one minute." With effort, I kept myself from accelerating because I could just feel the driver's eyes on my rear as I ran inside the club. The noise was high, the lights low as usual. Still, I could see everything, including the vamp digging into the human's neck in the corner. I smacked my lips, feeling jealous. A guy I assumed was a bouncer approached the couple. And like magic, my hearing zoomed in on what he said to them.
"You know that shit ain't allowed up front. Take it to the back," he commanded.
My eyes widened. The back? So vampires didn't suck their victims dry up here. There was a special place for it. I had visions of rooms with bodies piled high, waiting for the right time to dump them. My stomach churned, from a need to feed or revulsion. I wasn't sure which. I jetted at human female in heels speed across to the bartender and reached out to catch his sleeve. "Andreas here?"
He shook his head. "Nope, had to make a run. You want alcohol again, baby?" he asked with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes. "Look I need his help. Any idea when he's coming back? Or can I use his office for ... um ... something." He gave me a strange look. I thought fast. If I didn't explain, I might not get any help at all. And this bartender 35
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didn't look too bad. When he didn't encourage me one way or another, I confessed.
"I fed off this guy and I didn't want to kill him, but he won't forget, and I'm not sure what to do. So I just knocked him out, and he's waiting in the cab. But I'm scared the cabbie will wake him up, and then I'll really be in for it. You got me?"
Like he was reviewing my top speed speech, his lips moved and he was dipping his head to and fro. Finally, his eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't bring that shit around here. We don't want trouble, and we have strict rules about," his voice dropped low, "feeding on humans."
"In other words, you don't give a rat's ass!" I shouted. A hand dropped on my shoulder. I looked up to see the same bouncer that had reprimanded the couple in the corner. I was not about to get tossed out of a club. Ree does not roll that way.
I shook his hand off and spun on my heel. Moving at top speed—humans and vampires who didn't like it knew what they could kiss—I flitted across the room and out the front door. I paid the cabbie and hauled my human out of the back. When the cab had turned the corner, I surveyed the front of the club. A neon sign said, Andreas' Haven . Imaginative. Not!
I was feeling real pissy. The bartender said the action was in the back, and I remember passing a few doors on the way to Andreas' office. Maybe there would be a rear entrance for vampires who just wanted to feed in a safe place. That sounded like something out of a movie, but maybe it was true.
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After circling around to the rear of the building, I came to a heavy duty door that didn't seem to match the suave decor of the front or inside of the club. I couldn't imagine what the vampires were keeping out with that thing. I knocked twice and waited. Nothing. I knocked again, and then began to hammer on the door. Someone opened it slowly. My favorite bouncer.
I groaned. "Let me in please . I ... need ... to feed." Maybe he would have compassion if he thought I was just bringing my own bag lunch.
He eyeballed the man wedged to my side. "He's not dead?"
"You hear him breathing don't you?" I snapped. With a dirty look he swung the door wide and I stepped inside, dragging my human. The bodyguard led me to an empty room, with comfortable furnishings and softer music than could be heard out front. I noticed a lock on the door. I cringed, wondering who that was for—the human or the vampire.
By now I was nearly out of my mind. Tasting the blood made being thirsty far worse. It made me crave it all the more. I dumped the human on the couch and began pacing the
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