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Another spotlight sweeps across the crowd, showing off the packed club as they cheer. I clap my hands and keep my performance smile plastered on my face. I can’t give even an ounce of fear or disgust by the awful sight.
“My heroes!” I yell, swinging on my hoop. “What would I do without you brave, badass bastards standing up for me?”
Alexander winks at me, giving me his approval. It helps ease the nerves in my stomach. I should’ve been off this stage already and on my way back to my room. Hopefully, he gives me some sort of bonus. Extra dessert. A night off. Who am I kidding? I’ll probably end up having to incorporate this into future shows.
“What do you think, Master Aris? Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I ask, spinning around. Seductively drawing the blade across my thigh, I tease the crowd. “Should I reward them?”
Alexander swivels on his feet and taps his finger to his chin. “What do you think?” he asks the audience. “Are you ready for your prize?”
Voices ring through the air, and the room explodes in rainbow light and confetti, turning the club magical. From my spot, I catch a glimpse of only one woman among the crowd. It’s not because our show is geared toward only males either. We have three guy performers. It’s just that there aren’t many women in La Vega. No one I’ve asked knows why exactly. All I know is that men outnumber females for blood donations fifteen to one, and among vampires? I have no clue. Opal is the only female vampire on staff in the entire Aris Hotel.
“You heard them, baby doll!” Alexander shouts, flinging his arms into the air. “Make it rain!”
I snap out of my thoughts, breaking my gaze away from the crowd and to the blade Opal had given me. God, I hate this. It’s one thing to let some bastard sink their fangs into me. It’s another to cut myself open. I only get away as a bite-virgin because Alexander ensures to give me his blood to heal me and keep me scar-free unlike many of the donors who work the casino, restaurants, and bars. I’m used to it. It no longer hurts. But purposefully nicking my veins and trying to perform through it is hell.
What can I do, though? If I fuck up, Alexander will punish me. The show must go on.
The cable tethering my aerial ring pulls me from the stage and over the crowd. I trace the point of the blade teasingly across my boobs and down my stomach until I reach my bottoms. Cutting off the side straps, I let the fabric fall, showing off my even tinier sequined G-string and listen to the crowd catcall and whistle as if my thong wasn’t enough.
“All right, you fuckers! Open wide!” Grinding my teeth in my fakest smile, I slice the blade over each of my forearms from my elbows to my wrists. It stings so badly that I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on getting my hoop to spin as quickly as possible.
My blood flings over the audience, raining across the crowd until the lights dim and the hum of the sprinklers sound through the air, sending more blood spraying from above. The crowd goes wild, and I focus on the music, using it to complete my performance. The general population blood Alexander serves to those who can’t afford a live donor coats my skin, truly turning me into Ruby Bloody Vixen.
The cheering crowd goes ballistic and the music thrums wildly. I wave and blow kisses, ignoring the cold dread running through me. I just want Opal to reel me in again. I want the night to be over. I pose on my hoop, sitting and dangling my legs. The crowd moves and dances below, licking up all the blood they can.
And then something smacks right into my chest and lands on my lap.
The shock of seeing the severed cock stuns me for all of a second, and I screech and fling it off, sending it back to the crowd. I’ve never had anything thrown at me before, and getting hit with the cock...? What the actual fuck.
I’m too focused on my stomach clenching to see the asshole from earlier materializing below before it’s too late. Swinging the severed head by the hair, he chucks it at me next, hitting me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind from me. I lose my balance and fall backward. I think I blackout for a moment, because one second I’m freefalling, and in the next, I’m in the asshole’s sticky arms.
He grabs my chin and tries to capture my attention. I blink, staring up at the lights, knowing better than to make eye contact. He will get into my head and manipulate me to do something against my will. It’s one of the damn powers some vampires have, though many aren’t talented enough to make it stick.
“Look at me, Ruby. Come on. Don’t make this hard,” he says, spinning so quickly that the world blurs.
I groan, dizziness washing over me. “You threw a dick at me.”
He laughs and leans in close, trying to capture me with more than his gaze this time. I do the only thing I can think of. Snatching his lip between my teeth, I bite down as hard as I can. He yowls and rips his head back, but not before his blood drips across my tongue.
He growls. “You little bitch—”
I don’t get a chance to move or react. Blood splashes my face, and his eyes bulge as a dagger jabs through his throat. His hold loosens, and we both fall to the floor. I gasp, trying to find something, anything, to protect myself with.
A male vampire stands above me and smiles, showing off his fangs. His neatly styled caramel-streaked light brown hair is combed away from his forehead, giving me the perfect view of his high cheekbones and expressive brows. He definitely has front row potential as his muscles bulge against his fitted suit. Reaching down, he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. I stand in shock, wobbling, trying to summon a coherent thought.
“Here, drink. You look like you’re going to faint.” Biting his arm, he offers me his wrist, letting his blood dribble into my mouth.
His sapphire blue eyes turn the color of gunmetal with the flicker of silver lighting his gaze. I can always tell a hungry vampire when I see one, because their eyes sparkle with the electric light. His hungry eyes are hypnotizing, and I can’t stop staring at his soft features. He might be more pretty-boy than ruggedly hot, but his smile really does something crazy to my body, and I like it far more than I should.
I watch his tongue glide across his full bottom lip, and I swear he mouths the words, “so good,” as he grins wider.
I hum and grip his arm, the taste of his blood warming me up and sending tingles across my body. I’ve never drunk vampire blood apart from Alexander and Opal’s, and something about his taste awakens every cell on my body. His gorgeous smile turns him from attractive to sexy, and I can’t stop from caressing my hand over his shaven cheek. I don’t know if it’s due to the healing properties of his blood or what, but I suck harder, wanting more and more.
My nipples harden and I shift on my feet, his blood getting to me on a level I have never experienced with my caretakers before. I tighten my fingers and watch him watch me, wishing he’d be bold enough to pick me up.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, touching my face. “I got you, vixen. You’re going to be okay.”
The hotel’s siren blares, and the lights turn off. A commotion breaks out on the other side of the curtain. I realize the other fucker who tried to steal me was heading toward the backdoor. I was too disoriented to see him take out one of the security guards.
