Vampire Dancer Novels & Stories

However, at this moment, a person lying dead next to Selina suddenly raised his head, his eyes were covered with blood flowers, revealing an extremely malicious look. He jumped up, it seems, that jump is the quintessence of his life, the strength that life accumulates. Even though the upper half of his body has worn out, this jump is still incredibly powerful. Then, he stretched out his long claw, trying to stab it into the body of the vampire in front of him.

That's what she needed to keep her mother alive. She'd been dancing at Eclipse for eight months, saving every penny from the exclusive private performances. The club catered to the supernatural elite...werewolves, vampires, fae, and creatures she couldn't even name. They paid obscenely well for beautiful human women willing to dance for them, and even better for those willing to do more. Eve drew the line at dancing. She'd never crossed into the private rooms where other services were offered. The money was good enough with just performances, and she'd managed to save $68,000 so far.

“Generally not but this is next level. Don’t look, but Dracula is sharpening his fangs for a bite of Miss Red.” “Oh, shit…” “It’s fine. We’ll make sure he notices you but stay out of his reach for now.” I sipped my drink slowly feeling the liquor burn all the way down. “Let’s dance. I see his daughter over there by the fireplace.” I moved us to the center of the dancefloor. A smoke machine blew a candy floss scented mist over the dancers. I whirled her around, making her cape fly to reveal those sexy stockinged legs of hers and brought her in hard to my body, our foreheads together.

The loud trance music drowned out all other noise, she watched in her pass by the women on poles swinging and dancing for men, some partially dressed, some already naked only wearing boots. Her eyes picked them up through the music, even their scent couldn't be drowned by the loud trance, two of the girls dancing there where vampires, oh boy, what a good place to use as a hunting ground, Tala could figure they'll seduce one unlucky guy and drag him to bed, there she could do anything she wanted with them, anything. She wasn't interested in selling her body like that, but if it could make her quick money and land her a meal in between, she'll do it.

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Am I like that before? "They helped us to move forward, so why should I ignore them? Besides, I'm a changed man," I said to her, and she smiled at me, which made me happy. Finally! I finally saw that smile again. I finally saw the source of my strength, her smile. "Oh, Danrious, where are you off to?" Miss Tenny asked the one living at the far end of the apartment building on the first floor. She's a mortal and a widowed woman. Her husband was a vampire, and they have a child who's a dhampir.

And I have to pay my father a visit. “So is everything ok?” I asked, faking interest as Damien flashed me a sweet smile. Yes I called him Damien because we’re equals. “Yes,the ball is about to start fully, we’re going to dance I hope my beautiful lady knows her steps?” He asked as I contemplated on saying yes but thought otherwise. “No……I….I… wasn’t thought” I replied as he chuckled and pulled me to the dance floor. The soft music glided along with our steps as we danced gracefully. I could feel the angry stares of vampires and lustful looks from men but none of that is my problem.

Thе next dаnсеr wаѕ аlrеаdу оn thе stage but dіdn't seem іmраtіеnt. At strip clubs "аѕ fаѕt as thеу саn" іѕ nеvеr аѕ fast аѕ you wаnt them tо rеturn. I had іmmеdіаtеlу рurсhаѕеd a couple of lap dаnсе tickets, but I dіdn't ѕее Frаnkіе all durіng the nеxt dancer's set. Thе second dаnсеr, Diamond, was a mature dark African-American wоmаn. Her brеаѕtѕ wеrе рrоbаblу ѕресtасulаr аt 20, but they were ѕtіll ԛuіtе nісе at 40+. Dіаmоnd hаd a grеаt рlауful реrѕоnа lіtу, аnd I еnjоуеd flіrtіng wіth while I tірреd hеr. I wаѕ heading uр tо thе ѕtаgе fоr the third time in her ѕеt whеn I hеаrd a woman's vоісе ѕhоut. "You be nісе tо Cаrl hеrе, Diamond. Hе'ѕ a ѕwееtіе." I turned tо ѕее Frankie аррrоасhіng me.

Like a current running under still water. He stopped just out of arm’s reach. “Dance with me.” The words weren’t a command. They were an offer. Simple. Dangerous. Lena’s knife hand trembled once. The hunger stirred again, curious, leaning toward him like it recognized something familiar. She hated how steady her voice came out. “Why would I dance with you?” A small smile touched his lips behind the mask. “Because you’re surrounded by vampires who can smell what you are,” he said quietly. “And right now, you look like prey.”