Vampire King’s Little Killer

Killer: someone who kills another person; one that has a forceful, violent, or striking impact

Tessa

I was spent, I’d never been so tired in my life before when I let Nero lead me to the back of the club, where there was a huge kitchen where the human chef was preparing food for the guests. Huh, didn’t know people eat in this kind of establishment. One would think they were too busy basking in their kinks.

“Father?” A beautiful young woman looked at me from head to boots, she didn’t even miss my glittery clutch. Damn, this boyfriend of mine surely has pretty children.

“Layla, it’s been too long my dear,” Nero let go of my hand and greeted his daughter with a fatherly hug.

“Yeah, Connie called and told me you’re in his club. Fortunately, I was near the area so I decided to visit.”

I was keeping myself clear while I observed the dynamic between the father and daughter. Though my body had other thoughts when my stomach rumbled, letting everyone know that I needed sustenance to calm the beast in my belly.

“Why don’t we move to the family lounge so we can get to know each other better.” He moved to my side and put his hand on my back and we shake hands. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just strangers being introduced.

“Why don’t you go ahead with Layla, while I ordered you some food and drinks.” He smiled and kissed my forehead before he told his daughter to be nice.

“So, what’s your deal with my father?”

Okay, mere seconds after her daddy told her to play nice.

“Deal? There’s no transaction, I’m not a whore, and don’t think Nero needs to pay for sex. He’s hot.” I said carelessly, ’cause I know for sure she was trying to break me. She was showing off herself as if her vampire beauty scared me because it didn’t. It might make me feel inferior, but I didn’t let it get to me. Nero wanted me, for what… I am still trying to figure it out.

“Ugh, don’t say that he’s hot.”

I raised a brow, not wanting to roll my eyes at the obvious stupid words. Because Nero is hot, didn’t care what her opinion was.

“Well, then, maybe you want to rephrase your question?”

“Are you not scared that I’d kill you? Do you think my sire will be in time to save you?”

“I’m a mortal, you’re not the only one who has the power to kill me. I could be hit by a bus and die,” I shrugged, “enough people want me dead.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re with him? for protection.” She stepped closer, standing taller as if she could intimidate me. I smirked, thinking she was no better than those schoolyard bullies I faced growing up.

“Okay, if I said that I’m scared of you, will you let this go? I just had the greatest sex with your daddy dearest and honestly, you’re ruining my mood.”

I thought I heard her growl in annoyance. “Score one for daddy’s little whore?” I asked, and just right on cue, Nero walked into the room with a frown on his face.

“Layla, why don’t you ever play nice?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just looking after my sire.” She pouted like a petulant little child.

“Well, you have to treat Tessa better. She’s different and I like her. A lot.”

Wow. Didn’t expect him to profess his deepest liking feeling in front of his overgrown daughter, who I assumed had scared away his previous women. Or maybe it was me. Meh, I’m not that special. Surely, I’m not the first one.

“It’s not just you. Connie, Ammar, and Vesper seemed to like her too. I just want to get to know her better.” Again. Another pout. “I’m sorry.” Her words just sealed the last nail in the imaginary coffin. I could see that she was Nero’s little weakness. She had him wrapped around her little fingers.

“So, now that we got that out of the way let’s settle for dinner, the chef will be here with your meal.” Nero ushered me to the small seating area.

“I’ll go find Connie then, and give you some privacy.”

Nero didn’t say anything he just nodded. Then a couple of men entered the room with a tray of food and a bottle of wine and glasses.

“Sorry about Layla, she means well.”

“Don’t think about it. She’s just trying to scare me.”

He chuckled telling me that he was sure that nothing could scare me. Well, he may know me better by now, so I just gave him my sweetest smile and then started biting on the steak. It was juicy and tender, his chef certainly know how to make them. I gave an appreciative moan when I tasted the first bite.

“Wow, you can take me here anytime for dinner.”

“Or I can have it delivered to the apartment.”

“Yeah, that too, but we’ll be missing out on the live show. Which reminds me, you still need to show me the rest of the club. I must see through everything to cross off my list.”

He laughed. “Of course. Anything for you.”

“You meant that?” I gave him a skeptical look.

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’m sure I can think of something,” I winked and took another bite and maybe let out another satisfied moan while he looked at me, eyes full of lust just how I like them. My insides fluttered with happiness. Hmm… it was strange, warm, and felt a bit too alarming.

Two hours later we were done with dinner and almost done with the tour when Constantine found us. “There you are.” He said, looking a bit too giddy for his own good. Seconds later I found out why his sister was footsteps behind him.

“Here, I am,” I replied, looking straight into his eyes. Seemed that I was still their new little object of interest.

“Come, we found your friend. He was creeping around the outside walls of our fine establishment.”

“Friend?” She surprised me, cause it had been decades since I have friends. Acquaintance, sure. Friends? Nah, I have the personality of a hermit. Highly doubtful that anyone would call me their friend.

“Yeah, come,” It was Layla that put her hand on the crook of my arm and tugged me to follow her. I tilted my head at Nero while he shrugged, so I let her take me to where the said friend was. She led us through a hallway, down the steps, and into a dark basement.

“Jones…” I said, half surprised to find the man all battered and bruised.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Jones? He’s a hunter, Rigel, you’re bringing hunter into our club.”

Jones, the wannabe Indiana Jones was still wearing his khakis and Fedora, damn… talk about commitment. He was wounded, and blood trailed down his nose and hands. His shirt was also ruined.

“Huh… Ooh… the hunter who sent his friend to scare me. Why Jones?” I stepped closer to where he kneeled on the basement concrete floor. He didn’t get a chance to reply when Layla, the pouty-mouth daughter decided to rudely interfere.

Nero was trying to pull me back when out of nowhere Jones stood up and pulled a knife and stabbed me in my stomach. I was waiting for the pain, but when I looked down I didn’t see blood on my stomach. Then I realized and found out where the knife was planted. It was more of a dagger than a knife, and it was slicing the palm of my dearest daddy vampire.

“Shit it’s poisoned!” Layla whispered-cursed and Constatine looked surprised while I was extra pissed.

“You!” I moved, ignoring the vampire siblings as they attend to their sire while I was seeing red. I pushed Jones, used my upper body strength and my adrenaline to keep him down, and punched his face, my knees pinned his body down.

“I let your boy live. I was nice enough not to let him fall to his death. I should’ve listened to my inner voice.” My hands reached down my boots and my knives were ready to carve into his flesh when he was about to push me. His eyes gave him away and I smirked coldly and stabbed him between the ribs, twisting the knife and making sure his delectable scream was heard throughout the club.

“No one. I repeat, no one messes with my boyfriend.” My voice was harsh and full of venom. He looked pale, but I saw when his hand was reaching for something and I was quick to stab his palm right in the center and pinned it onto the concrete with my other knife. The Fedora guy whimpered in pain and I released my hold on the knife planted between his ribs to grip his jaw, locking my eyes with his. “I’m going to make you bleed to death, I won’t let any vampires come near. You will suffer…”

“Tessa, um…”

“In a moment,” I told Constantine who interrupted my evil-villain monologue with khaki-man.

“You’re a dead ma…” I hissed, feeling the dark satisfying pleasure I’d been keeping for weeks as I push the knife planted on his palm deeper.

“Tessa, baby, I’m okay.” Nero’s hand was on my shoulder and that was when I stopped.

“Oh… umm… are you sure?” I asked him with my sweetest smile while the man under me still bleeding out and groaned like he was in terrible pain.

“Yes, little killer, now… please get off of him. As much as you want him dead, we need him alive.”

“Really? Can I just cut off his pinkie? For momento?”

I was sure I heard giggles in the background, but I was too in the zone. But when Nero shook his head, it was my turn to pout. In my defense, Layla was hundreds of years older than me. If she was allowed to pout, then so should I.

“Con, Layla, take care of him. Drop him off at the healer, he’ll survive. I’m sure he learned his lesson, we’ll deal with him another day.” Nero helped me while Jones was still lying in pain.

“Come, little killer, let’s get you home and clean up. I need to rest.”

I bit my lip and then looked down at my ruined dress. “Damn, this is new. I could never get the blood stains out, this bucket list sucked. I know I like black for a reason. Not practical, no…” I mumbled while I heard Nero chuckle beside me. I was ushered out of the basement leaving Constantine, Layla, and the bloodied hunter behind.