2. Energy In My Veins

Damon's POV

LATER THAT NIGHT...

I swerve the vehicle through the night on the road, speeding through and glancing at intervals at the dashboard to check the time to ensure that we are not late.

" Yo man, the way you handled that Serena girl was wild. I mean, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it throughout the day. You were harsh, man. I mean, you couldn't even cut the little girl some slack." Brian, one of my friends in the passenger seat beside me, says out loud, and this forces me to chuckle as I glance at the side view mirror of the car, trying to figure out if there are any cops nearby.

"Bro didn't even consider that she was a person with a soul and could easily get hurt. I felt the blast of the insult you rained upon her, man; it was epic." Ryan, another of my friends speaks up from the backseat, but all I just do is chuckle as I brush my fingers against my chin, still moving my hand through the steering wheel on the road.

I am trying to keep my focus intact and not allow the words of encouragement to get into my head.

Well, it is something I find interesting. What can I say? It is just an action of mine that has been prompted by the determination and the impact of my father.

My father, being the lord and king alpha of the werewolf pack, has always stated that half-breeds are the worst creatures to ever walk the realm of the supernatural world. They are what we refer to as pests, people that shouldn't even be in existence at all.

They have been the ones that are the natural order of all the causes and disasters that make the moon goddess frustrated and create havoc when things are not supposed to be so.

Humans and supernatural beings shouldn't be cross-breeding at all. It is forbidden and it shouldn't be happening. No human is supposed to be aware that the supernatural world exists. So anyone born of a human and a supernatural shouldn't be living.

The person should have been executed right from childbirth and the human who had been involved in the entire situation should have been killed.

But well, I don't even know what the hell went with her. Her dad, being the leader and one of the most powerful reigning elders of the vampire clan, really loved his stupid vile human girlfriend so much that he didn't think it fit to kill her and kill his daughter.

Now she is living, walking among us, feeling as though she owns the entire world. The sight of her disgusts me to the core. Looking at her as she shines and moves around with that pretty, capturing beauty of hers is just making me want to smash things. Her entire presence stinks to me and it gets me mad hearing her speak.

Therefore, I think it is my duty and enjoyment to just rile her up and get her frustrated every single day. She is going to wish she was never born. She is going to wish she never existed in this life, and I'm going to frustrate her till maybe she probably jumps into a lagoon and ends her life by herself. That is my plan and I am relentless with it.

"Hey, yo man, the club is right here. Do you intend to pass by it and take us to hell?" Brian calls beside me, jolting me out of my thoughts as I finally look by my side to behold the large signboard displaying the name of the supernatural club we're about to head to.

I immediately step on the brakes and bring the vehicle to a stop, then I relax against the seats and heave a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry guys, my bad."

"Yeah, shut your trap up and take us to the park so we can get out of this vehicle bro. I'm getting starved of alcohol, I need to get my night game on." Ryan says from behind and I scoff before rolling my eyes.

Yeah, these guys don't care about anything in the world when it comes to alcohol. It seems like they have gotten so addicted to it that it is now taking control of their senses.

I chuckle and shake my head before waving at them. "I am so sorry, guys; I guess I'm going to do the right thing," I say softly Brian scoffs.

"Oh yeah, you should, before we release our energies on you." He says sarcastically forcing all four of us in the vehicle to laugh our lungs out.

I immediately swerve the vehicle into the park and come to a stop directly in front of the signboard that read, MIDNIGHT HOLLOW, boldly imprinted in neon bright letters that display some flashy colors into the darkness of the night.

I bring the vehicle to a stop and immediately unbuckle my seatbelts.

"What do you think your dad is going to say this time?" Ryan says from the back seat and this forces me to stop.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Who cares? I am allowed to have fun in any way I want, and I am grown up now. He doesn't have the right to tell me what to do. " I say and watch as Brian extends his knuckles towards me.

"That's it, man, take this," he says, and I bump my fist into him, watching as we all make a friendly kind of gesture as if our fists are hurting, and we all laugh out loud at the same time.

"Let's hurry up and get in man. The party is going on without us and we might miss the fun part." I say immediately and step out of the vehicle as fast as I can.

We all step out, and within a few minutes, we are already heading to the doorway.

" Wait!" Brian says immediately, taking hold of my hand.

"It appears you must have forgotten something." Brooke, who had been quiet the entire time, speaks, forcing me to look as all three of them give me a look as if trying to make me remember something.

I frown as I observe them deeply.

"I don't understand what is going on here, guys," I say, but then Brian slaps his palm against his forehead.

" You see what I'm saying? The next time I tell you that you have STM and you argue with me, I'm going to give you a fist bump in the nose. How the hell would you forget that? You said you do not want anyone to recognize your face in the club tonight. You mentioned that some important friends of your father's might be coming. Are you seriously intending to step in there with your face barred to the world like that?" He says and then remembrance hits my memory.

Oh yeah, about that.

" Oh shit, I am so sorry. I forgot about that. It's fine." I head back towards the vehicle and open it to pick up the face mask I had managed to get.

I take it out immediately and shut the vehicle immediately after me. Then I ensure that all the compartments are locked before placing the mask against my face as calmly as I can. I walk up towards them.

"How do I look?"

Brian gives me a reassuring look, pointing both of his index fingers towards me. "You got it, man. You look like the perfect description of a mysterious stranger hoping to get the girls." He says and I scoff before rolling my eyes.

"That sounds so dumb," I say before slapping him against the shoulder and then leading the way straight into the club.

We all step in, and then the strong, thick smell of alcohol and smoke wafts up through my nostrils as the dimness of the club meets my eyes first, and I take a deep breath.

I am already beginning to feel sweaty due to the heat of the mask against my face but well, it's not like I have a choice right now. I might risk getting into trouble with my dad when I get home if I don't take this necessary action.

"you guys should go on ahead and have fun. I'm going to catch up with you guys later." I tell them and they all smile and wave at me.

"Don't take off your mask boy." Brooke recites to me immediately and I scoff sarcastically before giving him a pat on the back.

In a few minutes, we have already separated and I find myself struggling to get past the countless endless numbers of people on the dance floor brushing and dancing crazily against themselves without even caring that their bodies are clinked together.

A lot of things are going on as I notice a young lady getting railed at the corner of the club by a brutal-looking guy, and I scoff before turning my head to look elsewhere.

Yeah, I have to admit that was kind of disgusting as hell. I think to myself before scanning the entire crowd surrounding me, feeling the endless sea of bodies brushing through my body.

I can feel the many curves of endless ladies all surrounding me, and it seems to get my attention because some sensations are coursing through my body right now, and I'm feeling the urge to meet a beautiful lady as soon as possible.

It seems like the moon goddess has answered my prayers because I spot a very happy, beautiful, attractive figure at a far distance from the club dancing wildly. From the movement of this stunning figure, I can tell that this person must be extremely drunk as hell.

The lady looks crazy, as though this might be her first time taking alcohol. Man, she has lost control and she looks crazy right now, rolling and twisting her body so sexily to the beat of the music booming loudly in the dance hall.

Her hair is moving crazily as she rolls her head in circles. It is so rough all over her face. She is sweating intensely and the dress she is putting on looks so appealing. It gives me the urge to walk closer to her. Damn.

"Step it up, man. Approach her. She looks so hot!!" I can hear my wolf screaming in my ears, but then I clench my fist tight, trying to gain control of myself.

Next comes her scent from the distance and my wolf growls. Shit. I can feel the energy in my veins.

"Mate."

Man, I can't help it anymore. I find myself walking and brushing through the sea of bodies toward that particular figure before another man takes my place.

I know my wolf won't be satisfied with that thought.