Rabid

Michael grinned, his lips curling handsomely.

"What are you doing at a vamp sex club?", I asked, tilting my head as I watched him warily.

A human was only allowed into the club on two conditions.

As a feeder or as an escort.

Which was he?

"I was just about to ask you that", Michael chuckled, his eyes glancing around nervously.

Strange.

What was he hiding?

"You're a vamp", he said it like he was just recalling that fact and he needed to repeat it to his subconscious.

Something was off about the whole situation.

He seemed to recover himself as he said, "Let me get you a drink".

I smiled, trying to bury the awkward tension that was crackling in the air.

"Of course".

With that, Michael led me to the bar I had just vacated, setting out a stool for me to sit when we got there.

The speakers were pounding hard with music but I could still hear even the littlest of whispers. The feeling was surreal.

"Talk to me", Michael engaged after ordering a glass of margarita for me and a gin and tonic f