{Chapter 2}
Mark watched as Joselyn and her friends succumbed to the pulsating beat of the music in the club. His green eyes were fixed on the buxom blonde as she giggled and danced, spinning around and moving her hips to the beat. He licked his lips as he watched her, wanting nothing more than to steal her away for his own pleasures.
Soon enough he thought with a smile.
Joselyn caught sight of him watching her. Her sapphire eyes raking over him. He was much older than the type of man she was used to, but age had never meant much to her. She smiled at him, giving a flirty little wink. In response he tipped his glass at her and offered a smile of his own.
She was playing right into his hand. Mark chuckled to himself thinking of all the things he could do with the young co-ed. He knew Glen would be pissed, but who could blame him for wanting a taste of forbidden fruit.
“Jos,” her fiery haired friend giggled. “That guy at the bar is totally checking you out!”
“Yeah,” her brunette companion giggled. “He’s hot!”
“Jenny, you think every man is hot,” Joselyn chuckled rolling her eyes. “You don’t think he looks like one of our professors?”
“No,” the redhead exclaimed. “And if you don’t want him I’ll take him!”
“He’s old enough to be our father, Nattie” Joselyn said shaking her head.
“More experience, honey,” Nattie replied.
“Just imagine what he could do to you,” Jenny said giggling conspiratorially with Nattie.
“You two would know better than me,” Joselyn replied.
“I forgot we’re in the presence of the Virgin Mary,” Nattie teased.
“Not my fault I have standards,” Joselyn replied with a smirk.
“Jos, don’t look now, but he’s coming our way,” Jenny exclaimed. “Act natural.”
Joselyn’s sapphire eyes darted to the bar where the dark stranger had been sitting and found the seat now empty. She scanned the crowd for him and spotted him. Mark was making his way across the room toward them.
“Good evening ladies,” he said smiling warmly at them when he finally made it to their table. He turned his attention to Joselyn. “I’m very sorry for staring, miss, but you just looked so beautiful dancing.”
Joselyn blushed. “Thank you,” she replied.
“Could I buy you a drink,” he asked and then turned his attention to her two friends. “All of you lovely ladies.”
Joselyn was about to protest, but Nattie placed a hand over her mouth. “Sure,” she replied smiling wide. “I’ll have a sex on the beach.”
“Screaming orgasm for me,” Jenny giggled.
Mark smiled, knowing they were shamelessly flirting with him. It didn’t matter. He only had eyes for Joselyn.
“And for you,” he asked Joselyn now.
“I’ll have a rum and coke,” she replied with a smile.
Mark nodded and headed back to the bar to place the order for the drinks. Several minutes later the bartender placed the drinks in front of him before bustling down to the other end of the bar to tend to other customers. Mark glanced over his shoulder to see what the ladies were doing.
Seeing that they were talking amongst themselves he pulled several pills out of his pocket. He deposited two in Jenny and Nattie’s drink before dropping a single pill into Joselyn’s. He picked up the three glasses with ease and headed back toward the ladies.
“Thank you,” Jenny and Nattie said eagerly sipping their drinks. Mark nodded at them. Joselyn accepted her drink with a shy smile, taking a small sip.
“Perhaps you ladies would like to move to the VIP room upstairs,” Mark suggested.
“Sure,” Nattie said all smiles as the three women took their drinks and followed him toward the stairs to the VIP room.
At the top a man greeted them. He was tall, though shorter than Mark, with black hair and facial hair. His deep brown eyes raked over the three women before returning to Mark, who leaned down to whisper something in the man’s ear.
“Let no one enter this room, Thorn” Mark said.
“Yes, Master,” Thorn replied, waiting for them to enter the empty room before closing the door and standing guard in front of it.
Once inside the room the girls could see that it was done in shades of blue and purple. There were several plush chairs all around the room set up in clusters to allow for grouped conversations. Several small tables were set up around the couch and the chair clusters. A long couch lined one wall and a bar spanned the other.
Nattie and Jenny took a seat on the couch, sipping their drinks as they gazed around the room. Neither one of them had ever been on this side of the club. Joselyn slowly walked around the room, nursing her drink. She had already had one drink and she knew two was her limit.
“How do you like it, ladies,” Mark asked. His eyes were on Nattie and Jenny at the moment. He knew that the pills would be taking effect soon and then he could concentrate on Joselyn. He smiled as he saw their eyes glazing over as the drugs took hold. The two girls giggled in response to his question.
“I feel dizzy,” Jenny said.
“Met too,” Nattie agreed, setting down her glass on the nearby table.
“Why don’t you ladies lay down and rest,” Mark suggested. “I think the bartender was a little heavy handed with the alcohol in your drinks.” Both women obeyed, lying back on the couch and closing their eyes.
Joselyn watched this with great curiosity. Her friends hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to make them drunk. She had seen them drink much more and barely slur a single word. She did, however, feel the effects of her own drink taking over. Feeling dizzy herself she sat down on the nearest chair, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
“Are you all right, Joselyn,” Mark asked.
“How..how do you know my name,” she asked, feeling like her mind was starting to fog over.
“I know many things about you,” he replied with a smirk.
“I..I should go,” she said attempting to get to her feet. The foggy feeling wouldn’t allow her to see straight and she stumbled forward.
Mark was there to catch her in a heartbeat. “Why don’t you allow me to take you home,” he asked. “You’re in no condition to be alone.”
“All right,” she groaned.
Mark scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the room. He stopped just long enough to speak to Thorn. “Make sure her two friends disappear.” Thorn nodded peering into the room where Nattie and Jenny lay on the couch.
With great ease Mark carried Joselyn out of the club and back to the small apartment where he and Glen had begun watching her earlier in the night. She handed him the key to open the door as she leaned against him for support. He opened the door and once again scooped her up into his arms, heading toward the bed that took up most of the main room.
He laid her down on the bed, caressing her cheek. “So beautiful,” Mark said barely above a whisper. “So untouched.” His hand slid down from her face to her neck before slipping under the silky material of her top and cupping her firm breast.
Joselyn groaned at his touch, feeling her skin light on fire. She knew she should tell this strange man to leave, but the alcohol induced fog wouldn’t let her. His other hand had snaked its way under her top as well and was now massaging her tender flesh.
Unable to control her own actions Joselyn pulled his face down to hers, capturing his lips. Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. Breaking the kiss she pulled his shirt over his head tossing it aside. He smiled down at her, having her right where he wanted her.
With a low growl he tore the flimsy top from her body before moving down to remove her skirt. Joselyn lay back on the pillows, her head still spinning as he shed his pants. He urged her legs open with his knee.
“You’re gonna enjoy this as much as I am, darlin’,” he rumbled in her ear as his fangs extended and plunged into the tender flesh of her neck, tasting her sweetness. Joselyn cried out in pain before her world went black.
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Thorn headed into the VIP room at the club. With a sigh he realized that lifting the dead weight of the two unconscious women would be no easy task. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed.
“Ken,” he said. “I need some help disposing of some…trash. Good. Meet me in five. You know the place.” He hung up the phone and looked at the women again. “I definitely call the redhead,” he muttered.
Five minutes later Ken Kennedy met Thorn up in the VIP room. “So, where’s the trash,” he asked with a smirk. Thorn pointed at the two women. Kennedy’s mouth began to water. “Tasty,” he said his eyes raking over both of them.
“I call the redhead,” Thorn said.
“Fine, too rich for me anyway. Brunettes are much sweeter,” Kennedy replied. “So, where we doing this?”
“Grab yours,” Thorn said lifting Nattie. Kennedy obeyed and followed Thorn out of the club and into an alley nearby.
“Seems a little dirty for dining,” Kennedy said sneering at the dank alley.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Thorn replied, his fangs extending moments before he plunged them into Nattie’s neck. Kennedy followed suit thoroughly enjoying the sweetness of Jenny’s alcohol laced blood. When the men had finished dining they tossed the bodies into a dumpster.
“Where is the Master,” Kennedy asked wiping the last remnants of Jenny’s blood from his face.
“Playing,” Thorn replied with a smirk. “Let’s get home and see if we can play a little ourselves.”
Kennedy let out a hearty laugh. “I call Mickie,” he said clapping Thorn on the back. “Love that little vixen.” Thorn simply rolled his eyes as they strolled back to their lair.
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