The Vampire's Soulmate (BWWM) (Complete)

Chapter 1: The Twenty Feet Conundrum

The booming sound of Rihanna's 'Work' blasts through the speakers of the overly packed club the multitude of colors coming from the strobe lights is enough to give me a headache. As more alcohol drenched sweaty bodies bump into me I can't help but to wonder why exactly am I here. If another man dares to grab my butt, I'm going to kill someone. I could be at home studying for my sociology quiz. Not in the all black decorated club at eleven at night, seriously who decorates a club purely black everything. The walls, the tiled floor, and the dang bar all black. The screaming coming from my right reminds me to as why I'm here. Jasmine Wallace, my five foot six best friend. Her short cut golden chestnut hair is styled to perfection. The red bodycon dress fits her light caramel complexion amazingly. She is the main reason that I'm out tonight, wearing a nude lace dress that barely covers my mocha five foot five frame. According to her I needed to 'stop being an old lady and go out'. Which is exactly how I ended up at the Devil's Playpen. No seriously that's the name of the place. Who in their right mind names a club Devil's Playpen? Sounds like a place for those who like to partake in BDSM sexual acts.

"Here drink up" Jas shouts in my ear holding a shot of dark liquor.

I groan, "what is that Jas?"

"Just drink!"

I take the shot throwing it back letting the amber liquid burn my throat. She places the empty glasses on the bar before dragging me to the dance floor. Yo Gotti's 'Down in the DM' plays through the speakers and Jas grinds her body on mine. I can't help but to move my body to the song. As I glance back up from my four inch black booties I notice Reagan, our other best friend, grinding on Jas. Her strawberry blonde hair swaying with her body movements. Her olive skin tone accentuated by the blush colored crop top and lace skirt ensemble. I let loose knowing that ultimately if stuff goes down my girls got me. You ever get so lost in the music you forget everything around you? Well that's exactly what happened to me. I hadn't noticed the body that was behind mine with a disgusting erection. I hadn't noticed my best friends with their own dancing partners. I definitely hadn't notice the bright emerald eyes watching my every move from the balcony of the club. I happen to look up to see him watching me with a clenched jaw. The overpowering need to cover up my body cascaded over me like a warm blanket. He turns his back to the railing whispering something to the two guys next to him before walking away. I move from the creep behind me knowing I'm in desperate need of a drink. I order a vodka sprite surprised when I'm not carded. Before I can take one sip of my drink I'm cornered by the same two guys from the balcony.

"We need you to come with us ma'am" the buff one states. "Please" he adds after noticing my apprehension.

I make quick work of my drink before following the two mysterious guys. I know any other other person in their right mind would've ran like a bat out of hell but something told me not to push these guys. Plus, if I end up dead my friends would burn this place to the ground, they're crazy like that. We go up the steps and down a couple of dimly lit hallways before stopping at double black glass doors. The buff guy knocks before a velvet gruff voice shouts to come in. We walk into the room and the first thing I notice is balcony guy. Shoulder length silky black hair, skin tanned to perfection, and Lord he's tall as hell. The second thing I notice is the glass wall to my left overlooking the whole club. The sound of the door closing catches my attention and I notice that the two guys are no longer around.

"Come" the mysterious man commands from the glass wall.

Would it kill him to ask just a little nicer? Nonetheless I slowly walk over to him. The man screams power and I for one am not a stupid person. I'm too young to die over something as silly as not walking twenty feet. When I reach him he grabs my hand tightly while closing his eyes. I groan when his grip tightens unbearably.