have to work again. You would be
a queen."
I had to admit, that sounded pretty good right now. I shook my head. I had to be strong. “I am not joining your brood. I'm sorry."
"How can you say that?” Jared recoiled. “Brimstone makes you drink that horrible fake blood, and work with those barbaric Werewolves. It's inhumane. You are a predator, not a caged animal. How can they deny you the hunt?” He licked his pale lips, exposing a hint of his fangs. “And now you are suspended because a group of Werewolves botched an assignment?" My eyes widened for a moment, but I controlled my emotions.How does he know about that? "You deserve more, Rosy,” he continued. “You will find that in my brood,” he paused, “andmore .” Spinning his glass gently between his fingertips, the rest of his body became still, waiting. "I...”Dammit. I wanted what he was offering. I really wanted it. My fingers ached to run down his chest, and over his perfect face. His scent seemed to envelop and dance around me playfully. I wanted him in that moment. No, I craved him. He would make me a predator again, kill indiscriminately, and allow me to live life to its fullest potential. I realized in that moment I was wasting my afterlife in Brimstone's service. Turning toward him on the stool, I was about to give in. "Rose,” said a familiar, but somehow distant voice. Using every shred of concentration I had left, I turned away from Jared. As if emerging from water, the world around me burst into existence again. “Crash?" Crash stood a safe distance from Jared, but close enough that he could put himself between us if need be. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" My head throbbed as I tried to cut through the fog that had settled there. I ran my hand slowly down my face as my focus returned. I heard Jared curse under his breath so quietly that I barely heard it. “Crash,” I motioned toward the Master Vampire at my side without looking at him, “this is Jared." "Pleasure,” Crash said quickly before turning back to me. “Listen, Rose, I got a lead for you. Didn't think you'd mind me butting in."
"No,” I replied, trying to hide my smile. “That's fine. Thank you.” I stood from my stool without looking at Jared. “Sorry. Duty calls. If you'll excuse me." Jared frowned deeply contorting his perfect face into something monstrous. “There will be another time.” Sweeping off his stool with a flash of leather that almost seemed like bat wings, he disappeared into the crowd without another word. His anger was almost palpable. Waiting until I was sure Jared was out of earshot, I nodded to Crash. “Thank you." "No worries,” he replied almost modestly. “Didn't like the look of that bloke. Eurotrash. Could smell his disgusting cologne halfway across the club." Crash started to turn away, but I stopped him. I had to know. “Why did you help me?" The Raze Demon smiled broadly. “Now you oweme one.” He started back into the crowd. “And I
I had to admit, that sounded pretty good right now. I shook my head. I had to be strong. “I am not joining your brood. I'm sorry."
"How can you say that?” Jared recoiled. “Brimstone makes you drink that horrible fake blood, and work with those barbaric Werewolves. It's inhumane. You are a predator, not a caged animal. How can they deny you the hunt?” He licked his pale lips, exposing a hint of his fangs. “And now you are suspended because a group of Werewolves botched an assignment?" My eyes widened for a moment, but I controlled my emotions.How does he know about that? "You deserve more, Rosy,” he continued. “You will find that in my brood,” he paused, “andmore .” Spinning his glass gently between his fingertips, the rest of his body became still, waiting. "I...”Dammit. I wanted what he was offering. I really wanted it. My fingers ached to run down his chest, and over his perfect face. His scent seemed to envelop and dance around me playfully. I wanted him in that moment. No, I craved him. He would make me a predator again, kill indiscriminately, and allow me to live life to its fullest potential. I realized in that moment I was wasting my afterlife in Brimstone's service. Turning toward him on the stool, I was about to give in. "Rose,” said a familiar, but somehow distant voice. Using every shred of concentration I had left, I turned away from Jared. As if emerging from water, the world around me burst into existence again. “Crash?" Crash stood a safe distance from Jared, but close enough that he could put himself between us if need be. “Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" My head throbbed as I tried to cut through the fog that had settled there. I ran my hand slowly down my face as my focus returned. I heard Jared curse under his breath so quietly that I barely heard it. “Crash,” I motioned toward the Master Vampire at my side without looking at him, “this is Jared." "Pleasure,” Crash said quickly before turning back to me. “Listen, Rose, I got a lead for you. Didn't think you'd mind me butting in."
"No,” I replied, trying to hide my smile. “That's fine. Thank you.” I stood from my stool without looking at Jared. “Sorry. Duty calls. If you'll excuse me." Jared frowned deeply contorting his perfect face into something monstrous. “There will be another time.” Sweeping off his stool with a flash of leather that almost seemed like bat wings, he disappeared into the crowd without another word. His anger was almost palpable. Waiting until I was sure Jared was out of earshot, I nodded to Crash. “Thank you." "No worries,” he replied almost modestly. “Didn't like the look of that bloke. Eurotrash. Could smell his disgusting cologne halfway across the club." Crash started to turn away, but I stopped him. I had to know. “Why did you help me?" The Raze Demon smiled broadly. “Now you oweme one.” He started back into the crowd. “And I