C1 I Hate Fangs!

I FELT THEIR THIRST for blood before I could see them with my bare eyes.

Their presence was like a freezing breeze that set chills in every corner of the club. I could feel their urge to do a killing spree while everyone – I mean, every human –, under the influence of party drugs, was getting drowned by alcohol and driven by the loud music in the room with sharp rays of the disco lights hitting almost every inch of the dance floor. I chilled myself at the island counter, facing a hot bartender whose eyes were always glancing at my breasts. Pervert. Only that he is so hot that I could even let him dive right into me. But I realized that having a boyfriend in the middle of a mission was never a romantic idea. It’s more of a burden than a romantic palooza.

I shifted myself to a better position to keep an eye on a vampire that was standing on the terrace, watching over the crowd like an eagle waiting for a perfect chance to catch his prey.

“You are looking at Mr. Patrovi, do you like him?”

I turned right away after hearing the bartender’s crisp Russian accent as he sauntered to my side. “Who’s Mr. Patro-whatever?” I asked, leaning towards him so that I don’t have to shout so hard.

“That guy over there, watching the crowd. He is the owner of this club, and all the girls are going crazy over him because of his vampire-like appearance,” he answered, placing his right hand to my waist and sliding it to my buttocks then pinched them like a stress-reliever squishy.

“Vampire? Is he a vampire?” I asked, pretending to be clueless about Mr. Patrovi’s identity.

“Of course, not. Vampires don’t exist.”

“But what about the killings that have been reported since before the spring began?”

“I don’t think vampires did that. There are many criminals around us,” he shrugged. “Do you believe in vampires?”

“No. I only see them in movies.”

“Yeah, me too,” he smiled. “Mr. Patrovi is such a charismatic man, isn’t he?”

“Oh, yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “He’s kinda cute. But I don’t think he likes a typical woman like me.”

Despite the thundering trap music, I heard him chuckle as he continued running his palm to my rump. “I’m sure he will like you.

You are a beautiful woman, sexy. I can even spend a whole night enjoying your company,” he said as he faced me then ran both

hands from my waist to my shoulders.

I smiled as I placed my hand on his rock-hard chest. I could feel his heart beating so fast. His musky scent almost drove me crazy as he got closer, wanting to kiss me, but I stopped him.

“Why, baby? Don’t you like a rock-hard bartender?” He asked, his face confused.

I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making him feel that I wanted him so much. “Not that I don’t like you, baby. You’re one hot sneaky guy, but before we could dive into that, I want to ask a favor,” I uttered, sounding sexy.

“Name it,” he said, his voice so deep.

I neared his left ear to whisper as I saw Mr. Patrovi entered the door with gothic designs on it. “Bring me to Mr. Patrovi.”

His eyes grew wide after hearing my request and his face contorted in confusion. “Why? I thought you like me.” He pushed me slightly, making me lean back against the island counter as he sauntered towards me like a hungry wolf wanting to shred me into pieces. “Let me taste you, baby. I want you tonight.”

I pulled him closer, making me feel his bulge kissing my skin as I spread my legs. “You are the main course, darling. But I want to have a starter first. Bring me to Mr. Patrovi or you’ll lose the chance of having a warm night,” I muttered with command.

“How can I assure that you’ll be mine tonight. You might run aw–”

I shut him off by kissing him, making him hug me so tight as he enjoyed the pleasure. After a minute of kissing, I pushed him slightly. “Now bring me to him.”

With a smile on his face, he bobbed his head, and in the multicolored lights, I could see a flicker of satisfaction start to take over. “Follow me.”

I followed him upstairs and I could see gothic designs from the stairs to the doors and even on the ceiling. The designs of the club downstairs are way different than those on the second floor. As we reached the largest door, moans and screams were audible like melodies blending in with the thundering music.

“This is the Pleasure place. This is where customers have sex and drugs,” he told me. “And that large room over there, that’s Mr. Patrovi’s private room.”

The room he pointed to was the only one with a black door. Two guards with a build of a heavy weight lifter were standing on each side of the door, facing each other. As I stepped forward, I sensed other vampires were gone, leaving only Mr. Patrovi’s aura. I activated a spell to my body so that he cannot sense that I am a vampire huntress.

Vampire hunters are just like vampires, only that we don’t feed on blood and our powers are from the light. My clan, the Viper Clan, is the last clan of vampire hunters after the war between light and dark emerged thousands of years ago. We are immortals, but we die if we fail to do the duty of light and if our blood is intoxicated by vampire blood.

I am the lowest of our kind, and I need to kill at least ten vampires before the spring ends so that I will be an official part of my clan’s organization. I already killed eight on the list, and Mr. Patrovi is the next one to lose his life.

“Thanks. See you later,” I said, kissing the bartender.

“Just be sure to show up when you’re done,” he muttered.

I bobbed my head and watch him leave. As I had my way towards the large black door, one white door opened from the right and a drunken girl showed up, flickering her eyes to each side.

"Hey!” She yelled, pointing a finger at me. “Have you seen my boyfriend? We’re not finished yet.”

Oh! For God’s sake! This seriously ruined my epic entrance to that door. Why in the crazy world did this girl show up?

“Hey, bitch. I don’t know where your dog is so go find another one. Go fetch!”

“Fuck you!” she yelled, then slammed the door, making the guards face me with a what-have-you-done-now look.

I walked straight to the black door, trying to act normal until I reached the angel statue with a snake wrapped around it which reminds me of the statue I saw on the vampire church in Russia almost thirty years ago.

“Umm, excuse me. Is Mr. Patr—”

“Go inside,” the guard on the right, with an X mark on his neck, said.

“Mr. Patrovi is waiting for you,” the other one muttered.

“Oh, umm…okay.”

Confusion crept through me as I heard what they said. No one knows about my mission, except my clan of course. I glanced at them before I opened the door only to see their eyes were lifeless, which means they were controlled by a Narkan, a kind of vampire with shape-shifting and telepathic abilities. Narkans are difficult to sense because of their weak auras, but they’re stronger than Mr. Patrovi’s kind: the Strigoi.

Dark surroundings greeted me as I opened the door wide open. I could smell blood all over the room. The vampiric presence was getting stronger and stronger until the door slammed in itself, and the dim light shade turned on, exposing figures of Mr. Patrovi with two Narkans on his back.

“Good to see you, weakling,” he said, his eyes were glowing red. “I never thought a vampire huntress could be this brave.” He laughed evilly and I could see his fangs sparkle when hit by the dim light.

“Brave?” I muttered. “I am braver than you think.”

“Is that so? Let’s test the level of your bravery.” He yelled as the Narkans transformed into black wolves with bright yellow eyes. “Kill her!” he commanded.

I stood still and waited for them to attack until one of the Narkans pounced in front of me with a mouth ready to devour me in a glance, exposing its sharp fangs.

“I hate fangs!” I muttered as I bolted to the side and drew my dagger from my back.