Blood On The Dance Floor Blood On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Anger flares inside of my body and i quickly stand. "I'm going to dance too." I divert my eyes from Brandon and walk away without waiting for anyone else to speak. Well. Fuck him. And fuck her. And fuck whatever they have. I'm not letting anyone make me feel like shit and ruin my night. No way. I find myself in the middle of the dance floor while Or Nah by Ty Dollar sign ft The Weeknd starts playing in the club. The dirty lyrics wrap all around me. I sway and grind against air, sweat beads on my nape and my skin tingles. Perfect, everything is perfect. Except the fact that i want to be touched, everywhere, by someone so close yet far away.

"Then you’d better distract yourself by dancing with me." Aaron chuckled, finishing his drink before standing and offering her his hand. "Let’s go." --- The dance floor was a chaotic mix of flashing lights, pounding bass, and moving bodies. Sofia and Aaron found a spot near the center, surrounded by people who were too lost in the music to notice them. The beat shifted to a sultry, rhythmic tempo, and Sofia began to sway her hips in time with the music.

[Sinful] Malik Red, yellow, and blue beams erupted from the ceiling’s revolving lights, illuminating the dance floor. My gaze wandered over the densely populated throng, moving and dancing to the DJ’s catchy tunes. In the VIP booth, the floor pulsed beneath my feet, and it was impossible to avoid the heat emanating from the throng.

David burst out laughing when he saw my dazed expression. “Look at you, you never saw it coming, did you? I told you I was going to make your life so miserable that you’ll regret ever getting on my bad side.” He added and I could no longer control myself because I simply grabbed him and tossed him straight out the glass. The glass shattered as soon as he made contact with it and the girls in the room screamed in horror as his body went flying out and straight down to the dance floor. The loud music stopped immediately his body touched the ground and the crowd on the dance floor began to disperse, screaming in horror as his blood began to flow.

AS WE GET TO THE dance floor, the beat changes and turns into something almost dangerous. If there are vampires here tonight, this is the song they’ll dance to, and since I’m a Mick St. John fan from way back, I consider this a good thing. I scan the crowd for men with pale faces as my body easily downshifts into the new rhythm. Teagan and I make our way to the center of the floor where we find a small pocket of space to get our groove on.

Blood spattered against the dirty concrete floor. Dmitry paused, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "that's more like it." The older man's body was shaking with pain, his face contorted in a grimace. His screams filled the air, bouncing off the cold, hard walls.

×Anastasia× I don't know how it happened, but being in Sweet Haven relaxed both Griffin and I. We ended up getting wasted, and dancing in a fountain. Of course we weren't arrested, they cheered us on even more. A couple joined us, kicking and dancing. Dinner was fantastic. To die for type do delicious. After getting our clothes wet, we walked around the rest of the festival. Trying snacks, drinking some more and talking about- "There's no way you actually tattooed that." My laugh sounded annoying to my ears but I couldn't find it in my body to care, even in the slightest.

The dress is white. Not the white of absence or surrender or the blank page before anything has been written on it. The white of the Moonblood. Of my wolf, standing silver in a clearing full of wolves who thought they knew what I was. The white of something that has always been there and is only now being allowed to be seen. I stood in front of it for a long time. One of the attendants — young, dark-haired, the one who always moves slightly faster than the others, cleared her throat softly and said, "There's no rush, my lady."

Stephanie's POV: The entire room pulsed with the beat of the music, every surface vibrating with the energy of the crowd. Strobe lights flashed in time with the bass, casting the dance floor in bursts of bright white and shadow. The DJ's beats rolled out in waves, each drop hitting like a pulse, sending the crowd into a frenzy. “Excuse me,” I muttered, weaving through the sweaty bodies pressed too close for comfort. The air was thick with heat and the unmistakable smell of alcohol, everyone lost in the rhythm, grinding and swaying like they were hypnotized.

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”