Blood Lust

Chapter Two: Slow Down

**Hello everyone, trigger warning for this chapter, for there is drug use is involved. Enjoy the update!**

                        Something about Tobias was familiar. Like she had seen him somewhere before. A face with no place.

        Joy shook her head with a halfhearted eye roll. She was probably just imagining things again. It was a common symptom of a bad habit she acquired.

        Clutching the generous tip in her hand, she stuffed it into her bra with the rest of the loose bills she had in the cups. It's not like she had pockets, so where else would she put it right?

        That's why parents tell their children not to put money in their mouths.

        Just before she reached for the door knob that was peeling, she adjusted the black lace that was riding up her ass since she started the shift, too focused on work to be comfortable. It was important to sustain a certain amount of hours and customers to meet her quota by the end of the night. She was always moving, so she didn't have time to pick wedgies.

        And she certainly didn't have time to waste with Isaiah. He was a very impatient vampire.

        Wasting not a second more, Joy opened the door to Isaiah's office, her heels clicking against the worn wood as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

        Isaiah was tapping his nails along his desk, a hint of a jeer curling one side of his mouth when his soft orange orbs met with hers.

        "Someone is cranky, huh? Heard you yellin'." Joy put her hands on her hips, and rolled her shoulders back. She was in an awful mood the moment she woke this evening. She had a nightmare last night, and the entire day her stomach tossed and she got angry when people accidentally brushed against her or walked too close.

        Isaiah knew why she acted this way. Only him. He comforted her when he could, but most of the night he was out of the apartment and she was slightly upset with him about that. Not being there when she needed him. He was the only person in her life left. There was no one else. Just Isaiah and she hated that she depended on him so much.

        But she didn't dare catch an attitude with Isaiah, even if she was mad. She bit her tongue. She always bit her tongue.

        "That asshole downstairs can't do nothin' right." She murmured, keeping her voice barely audible. His grin widened as he raked his fingers back through his dark locks.

        "I’ll deal with him later." Isaiah rose from his chair, sauntering over in her direction. His form towered over her, and instinctively she took a small step back, her eyes flittering directly to the ground. Another habit of hers.

        She knew his eyes were wandering over her body and though he's done it many times before and it made her feel good, today just wasn't a night she wanted to experience this. Her mind was still ripe with past events and all she could imagine was him. Every man resembled him in some way.

        Isaiah took his lower lip between his teeth and leaned in, his mouth leveled with the mark along her throat. They didn't have no fancy blood blinding ceremony. An extravagant ceremony similar to a wedding that would bind a vampire with a human. They would serve as a Blood Bride, feeding a vampire for as long as their human lived. He was a low class vampire and she was a poor human, so what was to be expected? It was just them and the sheets. That was their blood binding but it didn't make it any less special for Joy.

        "Muñeca bonita." Pretty doll. Another nickname he gave her.

        All she could feel when his breath grazed her skin was utter sickness rise in her throat and singe it. That nauseating sensation was intensified when his hands explored her skin in a ravenous manner, starting from her breasts and trailing down her body, skimming across her stomach and making her itch and squirm like insects were crawling over her.