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for.  But she endured while Keelie buffed, polished, and painted every surface of Brea’s body.  “There!  You look delicious!” Keelie beamed, tossing her chestnut hair over her shoulder.
         “Um, in case you forgot, I am meeting a vampire.  I don’t think delicious is the look I want.”
         “Stop fretting and look at yourself.  You are stunning.  And it isn’t any vampire.  It’s Angel Knight!  You are so lucky!”
     
         Brea looked in the full length mirror at her reflection.  The green dress was pretty, even if it was too short.  It had the barest of spaghetti straps to hold it in place.  Brea ’s hair was down, spiraling down her shoulders and back like red Christmas ribbons.  Her bare shoulders and chest were coated in glitter.  She looked like a present.  “No.” she stated, crossing her arms over her chest.  She resisted the urge to stamp her foot to further her point.  “I will not show up looking like a gift.  I look like a fucking decoration.”
         “Fine, fine, wear the blue one,” Keelie sighed.
         Brea changed and was much happier with the sapphire blue dress.  It covered more skin and didn’t give off a Christmas vibe.  The last thing Brea wanted was to look like she gift-wrapped herself for some man, famous or otherwise, and especially not for one with fangs.
         The club was packed.  In fact, there was a line at the door.  Brea sighed to herself.  There were women far more beautiful than herself waiting, there was no way they were getting in anytime soon.  But Keelie didn’t seem to notice.  She tripped lightly to the front of the line, Brea in tow.  All it took was one smile from Keelie, and the bouncer moved the rope to let them in.
         “How did you do that?” Brea asked.
         “It’s all about who you know,” she replied.
         Inside, the club was hopping.  There were people dancing, talking, and sitting at the tables.  Keelie led Brea to one of the tables near the bar.  “So what time is your date supposed to be here?”
         “It’s not a date, and nine.  What time is it?”
         “Nine fifteen.  Do you see him?”
         Brea looked around before answering.  “No.”  Of course he was late.  What else would she expect from a man who everyone in the world waited for.
         “Well, let’s get a drink.” She waved to a server and ordered them both margaritas.  Normally, Brea didn’t drink.  But on that night, she would make an exception.  She was nervous and jittery and needed something to calm herself.  After the second drink, she felt much better.
         A pair of tall, handsome men approached the two women.  “Would you like to dance?”
         “Sure,” Keelie answered immediately.  After studying the men for a moment and determining they were both human, Brea agreed.  The music was loud and it had a good beat.  The man who said his name was Jack or John or something like that held Brea close to him.  He was too close, Brea thought, and she stepped back away from him.  He followed.  He bumped and grinded against her leg, completely oblivious to the fact that Brea was trying to put some distance between them. 
     
         Angel saw Brea accept the invitation to dance.  She was stunning in her blue dress, her hair was silky and smooth, curling down her back.  Angel ground his teeth to avoid acting on the instinct to punch the man dancing with her right in his smug face.  He didn’t like one bit the way the man rubbed himself against Brea.  They might just have well been having sex with their clothes on!   Mine, his mind cried out.  Why had she even agreed to dance with him?  But then again, maybe that’s what she liked.  Besides, Angel was late.  He made sure that he overstuffed himself, leaving no room for any attempt to feed.  If he had been on time, it might be him she was dancing with.
         Unable to stand it any longer,