Masquerade

The multi-colored flashes of reds,greens,blues and purples played chaotically over the dancers on the black dance floor as I tried to distinguish shadows from fact. It was hard to tell who was who in the Masquerade, I looked down at Bianca and it seemed she was enjoying herself. I only wished that I could say the same thing about myself, just something seemed so wrong in this nightclub. Yeah sure there are vampires out there, but something inside told me to be weary. Some sort of insight, the little voice that had kept me alive for so long was yelling at me to get the hell out of there.

I took a step back and was prepared to leave when I felt a strong grip upon my left wrist, it didn't hurt but I could bet that if more pressure were to be applied it would. I looked down to see who was holding me and it was Bianca. She still had a pleasant smile upon her face as she lead me over to the bar, though with that kind of strength holding me it probably ment more. She let go and we both sat down. This place was total chaos to my senses, nothing seemed right and everything seemed out of place. The bartender eyed me and not to my surprise it was a vamp, he grinned which showed his fangs as he went back to cleaning the crystal glasses that lay before him. I sighed, the gesture unheard but it helped me relax. Kinda.

Bianca pressed her index finger against my shoulder as I looked at her, she gestured with her finger for me to get closer so I could hear what she was about to say.

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself."

Really? what gave it away... damn I really wanted to get out of this place. My instincts were yelling at me and I just had a general bad feeling about this place. Though I did need to speak to Lilith tonight, if I had to go through this hell then it'll be worth it if I could get alittle time with Lilith. Though with each passing moment, I began to even doubt that logic.
I shrugged and spoke into Bianca's ear, hopefully she'd hear me. I couldn't even hear myself think.

"Can we go and talk to Lilith now?"

Bianca smiled at me and nodded, I guess she knew by the expression upon my face that I really wasn't enjoying this. I was unarmed and knee deep in the dead, proverbially speaking. Bianca took hold of my hand and began to lead me somewhere, when someone took a tight hold of my right shoulder. If it weren't for the padding of my leather jacket it most likely would have hurt more as the person spun me around, Bianca's grip upon my hand was gone and in that moment I felt utterly alone. It was a rather large and muscular man, his upper body covered in a white top that expressed his muscular features and knuckle bald head, though I didn't say this outloud. Ten points to me for keeping my comments to myself.
His lower body was covered in tight leather pants that seemed to fade into his boots. Even in the chaotic atmosphere I could hear his voice, not a good sign.

"You the one that they call The Slayer?" Oh crap, Knuckle head knows who I am.

I stood there as I contemplated an answer, well without sarcasm I was out of good answers and it probably wouldn't help my situation. I glanced to my sides to see that Bianca wasn't there. Double crap

"Well are you?"

Knuckle head came closer and I could easily tell that it was a vampire, great he's an undead knuckle head.
In the single beat of my heart his hand had my black shirt in his tight grip, as I felt the tension build up. Another second passed by and I saw someone else's grip upon Knuckle head's wrist. I glanced to my side trying to rn can calm as I saw Bianca, thank you god.
Her voice was easily heard in the chaos, was it just me or am I the only one that can't speak loud enough in this place?

"Put him down, or you know what will happen. He belongs to me..."

Knuckle head looked at me as he showed me his fangs in a snarl. He let me go and in another second he was gone. Mind tricks galore, I bet they knew I hated them and just did it to spite me. Bianca stood before me as she began to straighten my black shirt, my heart still racing from the previous encounter. In any other instance I probably would have been dead. God I hate not having my gun.

"You alright?"

"What?" My mind not really concentrated upon this moment, life itself seemed to be on borrowed time now. That vampire wanted me dead, I could feel it in his grip and now life itself seemed to be a gift.

Bianca pulled me down alittle and spoke into my ear. "Are you alright?"

I nodded and I smiled, my savior is my ex who happens to be a vampire and owns me. Ic isc isn't it?

"Can we go to Lilith now? I don't think they like me."

I gestured with a simple tilt of my head at the crowded dance floor, I had noticed earlier that the people there would take glances over at me. If I was under some sort of protection it didn't feel like it, they wanted me dead. I could feel it in the gaze, it's not a nice feeling to have directed towards you.
Bianca nodded and she took a firmer grip upon my hand as she lead me to the dance floor. Any other place please?, but it was already to late as we were already in there midst. Though instead of being crammed between bodies, a pathway openned up as Bianca lead me unhindered through the crowded dance floor. Though it didn't help me shake the feeling that people were glaring at my back. We made it across the dance floor as Bianca continued to lead me to some place. The other side of the dance floor that lay opposite of the bar, had simple yet elegant black tables with matching chairs. There wasn't an empty seat as they were all full of people, wether they were talking or just staring into each others eyes was beyond me. The lights played with the shadows, which in turn played with my senses. Though deep inside I was glad I really couldn't tell.

"We're here, you ready?"

I looked at the black door, a guard stood to one side with his hands crossed over his chest. Yet another prefessional wrestler bouncer, whats with Lilith and hiring people like this?

I sighed and uttered "Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create"

"Abandon all hope, you who enter here." The bouncer replied as he grinned at me, dammit he could understand italian. Though the quote did fit my current mood,thats Mr. Positive for you. Bianca gripped my hand a little tighter as if she were trying to reassure me that everything would be alright, I just hoped it would. Though the italian speaking bouncer didn't help one bit.

"Ok Jacob lets go and talk to Lilith."

The bouncer openned the door as I followed Bianca in, the door closed behind us as we were cast into silence. Finally something I could understand. Bianca let go of my hand and wrapped her arm around mine as she leaned her head against me. We began to walk forward in the white hallway. The floor,celing,walls and the doors that lay ahead and back to us were both white. If it weren't for the small outlining which hinted at shadowing, it would seem that you were in a e voe void.

"Jacob, you have to act submissive to me."

Her head still leaning against my shoulder as she spoke, the end of the hallway seemed to be far away. I yawned, the part of me that wanted to question her didn't want to speak. Yet I still forced it out.

"Why?" though when I replied it seemed to be laced with sleep.

She sighed, "Because your my human servant, thats why I own you. To keep you safe."

I blinked my eyes rapidly as I felt the presence of sleep creep in, I yawned again. Though I could still walk as Bianca held onto me.

"But I need to question Lilith about the crimes." The previous statement on how she owned me and that I was her human servant was irrelevant, I had to complete my assignment.

We stopped as Bianca looked up into my eyes, my mind already clouded with sleep as I ignored my own good advice and looked into her eyes. I felt my mind slip into the amber orbs of her eyes as I heard her speak, her voice echoing in my mind. It was to late to fight back, I just wanted her in that moment. In everyway.

"I'm sorry, but you must sleep..."

My eyes fluttered for a few brief moments as I tried to remain awake, though in time I would only know darkness.