The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (12 page)

“Ana, you know that I love you very much?  You know you’re
mine till the end of your days, and nothing will ever change that?”

He held her face, her eyes entrapped in his power.  He
willed her to understand.

“The others are just flesh, nothing more.  They don’t
matter.  They are not you.  You’re the only one coming home with us tonight.”

She nodded, all sad puppy dog eyes.  “Okay.  If you say
so.”  The hint of unshed tears glistened in her eyes.

She was so damn adorable.  He wanted to bend her over the
bar till she screamed his name, forgetting all about these unpleasant
realities.  But he needed to feed, and Michelle was going at it.  He hated
being left behind.

“I want you to be with me for as long as possible.  If I
drink from you constantly, you’re not gonna last a week.  You understand, don’t
you?”

* * * *

Anastasia had always known deep down he could never truly be
hers alone.  It wasn’t possible to claim ownership of such a proud and majestic
creature.  He stole her sadness with a small nip in the neck, sinking his fangs
in just enough for a small touch of venom.  Enough to let her know she was
still his, marked for life.

He escorted her onto the dance floor whispering, “Come hunt
with me, we’ll do it together.  They are all so drunk it’s like shooting fish
in a barrel.”

She danced in his arms for a time, feeling all that caged
power wrapped around her.  He wasn’t a large man, but his arms held and
unbelievable strength.  She imagined doing this every night.  How wonderful it
would be to dance her life away in his arms, lights flashing, music pounding.

Her dreamy moment came to a close as they worked their way
inside a group of women dancing together in a cluster of protective shielding. 
She looked around to notice Aaron was the only man in the whole bunch.  The men
dancing nearby attempted to work their way into the mix with the girls, but
were artfully deflected.  Her and Aaron had slipped into their circle without
resistance.

“That one.”  He nodded towards a cute blond in tight jeans
and a white top.  Aaron ushered them over and they made a neat little sandwich
of the girl.  Aaron squeezed her front and Ana her back.  They undulated to the
music while Aaron captured her eyes.  It only took a few seconds to mesmerize
the girl.  He leaned in and fed deeply, sucking down all he could take.  Ana
decided to have her own fun, reaching her hand up between the woman’s legs to
rub and stroke her moist hot mound, feeling the contour of her sex through her
jeans.

“Oh my god what are you doing to me?  Oh god don’t … don’t
stop!”

The girl spasmed and jerked while they rode her, grinding
along with the music while she orgasmed right there on the dance floor.  By the
time he let go, she was dry-humping on Ana’s hand.

They held her for a time, allowing her to regain
equilibrium.  The blond kept her head down, wouldn’t look either of them in the
eyes.

Ana whispered in her ear from behind, “It’s okay.  He does
it to me all the time.”

After catching her breath she exited quickly to the bathroom
to clean up.

Aaron resumed dancing with Ana, cupping her face in his
hands.  “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.  Admit it.  You’re having fun
with this.”

She nodded and smiled wide.  Aaron looked off in Michelle’s
direction.

“Look at her go.  That’s number four.”

Michelle had wrapped intimately around another football
player type, a large swarthy man with dark curls of hair and bulging muscles. 
She liked her donors healthy.  She drank from his neck pulling him down into
her embrace.

Smiling down at Ana, Aaron twirled off into the dance-floor
looking for a new target.  “Let’s catch up to her.”

A few seconds later Ana recognized a man, her latest
stalker, ex-boyfriend Roger. 
Oh shit, shit shit shit!
  She twisted
around to steer Aaron the opposite direction.

She yelled up against his ear, “That tall blond guy with the
black T-shirt and khaki pants, I don’t want to talk to him.  We dated for a
couple weeks.  He’s a total creep!”

She hugged Aaron close and ducked her head into his rock
solid chest.  All that strength and power there just under the skin.  He would
protect her.  He had promised.  She tried her best to hide behind him.  After a
moment of playing ostrich, curiosity got the best of her.  She peeked over
Aaron’s shoulder.  Roger looked in her direction with a squint of recognition
and surprise.  As he spotted her, he immediately headed towards them.

“Oh shit!”  She pulled hard on Aaron trying to drag him away.

He went rigid, halting her flight as he shook his head. 
“We’re gonna deal with this here and now.”

As he spoke, Roger arrived.  He grabbed her by the arm.  “Ana,
where the hell have you been?  I’ve been calling you!  You haven’t been home
for two days!”

She looked to Aaron, hoping for understanding and
forgiveness, but mostly for protection.  She clung to him as the creep tugged
on her arm.  She yelled back over the music, “I told you to stop calling me! 
Leave me alone!”  She rolled her eyes in disgust.  “I don’t want anything to do
with you!”

* * * *

Anastasia turned to Aaron, begging with her eyes, “I broke
up with him days ago, honestly!”

That’s when he caught a glimpse of the truth in her mind.  The
bruises on her arms the guy left her the night they broke up.  Much like he was
doing right now with his punishing grip on her.

Aaron had seen and heard more than enough.  His possessive
instincts raged, the predator rattled the cage to be let loose.

The fool made the situation worse by opening his mouth.  “Why
didn’t you answer my calls?  And who the fuck is this?”

Aaron stepped up, his gaze and mind boring into the man. 
Roger
. 
Roger
liked to push his weight around, especially with the women he
dated.  The predator ripped open the bars to its cage and flooded Aaron with
unbridled aggression.  He moved in the blink of an eye, snapping out to break
Roger’s hold on Ana.  He shoved her behind him, creating a protective wall of
his own body.

Roger shook his hand in pain.

He got in Aaron’s face, not the smartest thing to do at the
moment.  Aaron growled low and menacing.  He tried to keep a grip on the inner
beast, but it was hard.  He and the predator were of the same mind on this,
they both wanted Roger’s head on a platter.

He read it all plain and clear in Roger’s mind, a severely
unhealthy obsession with Anastasia.  But she hadn’t been the first.  Roger was
a serial stalker. 
It figures Ana would latch onto a guy like this
.  Highly
confident and arrogant, Roger exuded a false power.  He had been stalking Ana
for a month straight before he made his move to date her.  Ana’s particular
pathos was exactly what he looked for.

Ana barked over Aaron’s shoulder, “Roger go home!  I don’t
want to see you!  Its over!  I’m here with my fiancé, we’re getting married!” 
Just a little white lie, but not so far from the truth.  Her commitment to
Aaron and Michelle was for life,
till death do us part
.  Saying it aloud
to discourage Roger didn’t make it any less true.

“What the fuck?  She’s with me dude.  We’ve been dating for
weeks!”  Roger protested.

Two weeks
.

Roger sneered down at Aaron––he had a couple inches on him. 
“Let me guess, you just met her yesterday and already she’s telling you how in
love she is, how you should get married.  How much money has she taken you
for?”

Aaron looked over his shoulder to Ana as she gasped.  Shock
and disbelief flitted across her face followed by denial.  She shook her head ‘no’
emphatically.

“You son of a bitch!”  She cursed Roger.

Aaron watched her closely, following her reactions. 
Was
it really a strangely wonderful instant connection forged between them?
  It
had all happened so fast.  And they had taken her shopping to the tune of several
thousand dollars.  Roger’s accusations were a little too close to reality for
comfort.  Ana’s face twisted in fear.

“No it’s not true.  You have to believe me.”  She pleaded.

He dug into her mind to get to the truth.  The idea that
Aaron might think her capable of such a thing cut her deeply with a sickening
fear.  She feared losing him.  He was the most important thing in her entire
world.  She couldn’t live without him.

Aaron read the truth in both their minds, a very different
set of truths.  It fired his rage to see Ana’s insecurities exploited so
skillfully.  Roger was good.  He’d been manipulating insecure women for a very
long time.

The predator reacted.  He whipped out an open-handed
bitch
slap
across Roger’s face, knocking him to the ground.

Roger shook his head to clear away the daze.  He never saw
it coming.  He regained his feet for another lesson.  The fool reached around
Aaron towards Ana, a glutton for punishment.  Aaron reached out to snatch
Roger’s groin in an iron grip.  His claws cut through the khaki pants, a razor
spiked pincer on Roger’s family jewels.  He gasped and looked down at Aaron’s
hand in terror.

The predator stepped up into Rogers face growling, lips
peeled back over fully exposed fangs like an animal.  Roger blanched pale white
as Aaron’s grip drew blood.

“She’s mine!  Don’t touch her!”  Aaron squeezed harder.  The
blood flowed freely down Roger’s legs.  Blood and urine.

“You get it yet?  Are you feelin me?”

With perfect timing, Kino arrived on scene.  “Is there a
problem?”

The predator snapped to, pegging Kino with a murderous
intensity.  Kino stepped back a healthy distance.  Remembering himself, Aaron
removed his hand from Roger’s crotch.  In a flash he’d returned to smiling,
happy Aaron. 
Predator all gone now
.  He gave Kino a million dollar
‘Crown Prince of Vegas’ smile.

Kino looked back and forth between the two of them.  Aaron
smiled and glanced at Roger.  The guy looked pale and sweaty, a sickly pallor
to his skin.

“Roger was just leaving.  He’s not feeling well.”

Aaron pegged Roger with a look.  Roger quickly nodded in agreement. 
He slid his arm around around Roger’s shoulders, smiling, wiping the bodily
fluids off his hand on the back of Roger’s shirt. 
Everything’s just peachy
here.  No death and dismemberment.  No problems.

Kino didn’t look like he was fooled by the false camaraderie,
but he let it be.

Aaron whispered in Roger’s ear, “You’re leaving now, and for
your sake let’s hope we never meet again.”  Roger shied away from him, limping
off towards the exit.

He turned to Anastasia, digging through her head to see what
kind of new emotional fallout the situation had created.  She was conflicted. 
She wanted to be rid of Roger, wanted to see him punished.  At the same time
she didn’t want him maimed.  Though she’d been frustrated enough to scream, in
the end she felt sorry for Roger.  In her pity she prayed Aaron wouldn’t hurt
him too bad.

She let out her breath in whoosh of relief as she watched
Roger’s backside walk away.  Disaster had been averted.  Her love and respect
for Aaron grew immeasurably by his show of restraint.

Kino seemed glad to see the problem resolved.  He pointed an
index finger at Aaron.  “Remind me not to fuck with you.  Ever.”

“No problemo senor Kino.  It’s all good.”  Another gleaming ‘Crown
Prince’ smile.

“Okaaay … did you need anything else?”  Kino asked.

They both shook their heads in unison.

“Let me know if you need anything, and relax, have some
fun.  Live a little.”

Kino walked away shaking his head.  Aaron scanned after him
to find out how much he’d actually witnessed.  Kino wondered to himself if what
he’d seen wasn’t a trick of the lighting.  That handsome smooth young man had
looked like something wholly inhuman for a split-second, and it seemed
surreal.  He wondered if maybe he should lay off the cocaine for a few days, he
was starting to have hallucinations.

Aaron and Ana made their way near Michelle who was feeding
from yet another athlete.  She had hit paydirt with a local semipro football
team in an after-game celebration.

He buzzed her.
  “Is everything okay?”

“Oui, I would ask the same.  Your
problème
is resolved?”

He nodded curtly.

“The women, they are always like this
!  Essuyer les plâtres
!”
 
Something about dealing with the problems of teething.

“Whatever.”
  Satisfied, he moved on.

He and Ana made their way back into the mix on the dance
floor seeking a new target.

They targeted a large girl who stood above the crowd, a
big-boned bohemian woman dancing with two girlfriends.  She looked nice and
healthy, ready to be tapped for at least half a liter.  They danced and weaved
their way into proximity of the target.  As they slid up on the Bohemian, the
girl took an instant liking to Ana.  She rubbed her ass on Ana’s belly, spooned
up on her.  He slipped in to sandwich her from the front, maintaining his
entrancing gaze.

With her height, her neck lined up perfectly to his mouth––as
though she was made to be bitten.  He struck quickly, guzzling down all that
juicy goodness pumped out by her strong heart.  She reacted, grinding all over
Anastasia.  Sunk deep into the woman’s mind while feeding, he felt when Ana
went for a handful of fun.  With her hand up the bohemian’s skirt, underwear slid
aside, Ana plunged in with two fingers. 
What a perfect pet. 
Ana had
already learned her place in the feeding game.

“Ooh yes!  Yes!””  The woman came hard––
twice over
––wetting
her thighs and Ana’s hand.