Chapter 1
“Hey Sam, can I get another of the same?” The bartender turned at the sound of his name towards the redhead with the sour looking expression on her face. “Sure thing, Ryl” he replied. “Rough night?” he asked, setting the drink down on the table.
“When isn’t it a rough night anymore?” she responded, taking a sip of her drink. Her phone, which was sitting on the bar, chimed with far too cheerful a tone for her current mood. She picked it up and flicked open the locked screen to the message that had arrived:
Contract complete. $500,000 has been deposited to your account. End transmission.
“Looks like it just got a whole lot better” she exclaimed, now bearing a wide grin on her face. “So, where is everyone tonight? It seems like a ghost town in here” she asked, turning her attention back to the bartender. Not that Valeryia was ever really hopping, but it was usually a lot more lively of a town than it was tonight.
“Guess you didn’t see, one of the Princes of Hell is in town. I’d assume everyone is over at the nightclub hoping to get a chance to see and be seen with him. You can probably still make it if you head over now.”
Ryl scoffed in response. “You know how I feel about parties to begin with, Sam, but frankly I spent enough time in that club tonight to last me for the rest of this century.”
Earlier That Evening
“Hey baby, you wanna take this somewhere more private?” Ryl put on her best innocent looking face as she asked the vampire she had been grinding on all night.
He was everything she hated about modern vampires in general. Pompous, arrogant, caked in terrible cologne. He had greasy, slicked back hair and it took everything in her to try and make her request sound actually sincere.
He grinned enthusiastically, baring his tacky gold-plated fangs at her. Ryl grabbed him by the tie and led him towards the Champagne room at the back of the club - the place where typically the show girls would cater to the patrons’ every desire.
The room offered privacy, and thankfully no one really paid attention to the various…noises that would come out of these rooms throughout the evening.
Ryl would probably be worried about being alone with someone like this back here, but she didn’t intend to take long, and was going to make sure that things went her way.
Once she closed and locked the door, Ryl pushed the vampire on the chest so that he fell backwards onto the couch. She climbed up onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his hips, and he immediately placed her hands on the back of her thighs, cupping her ass.
Pig she thought to herself, as she started to grind on his lap. She rolled her eyes in disgust as she felt his hardness rise beneath her.
She moved her hands to his shoulders, and with a gentle push the vampire rolled his head back and closed his eyes, murmuring “oh yeah baby”.
That was all the opportunity Ryl needed. In one swift movement, she drew the stake from the hidden sleeve on her shirt and thrust it straight through his chest.
The vampire let out a guttural moan and then slumped over. She snapped a picture with her phone, and then took out a compact from one of her pockets. Once opened, the compact emitted a bright light that emulated sunlight, quickly dissolving the vampire into a pile of ashes on the couch.
She took another picture, clicking away at her phone for a few moments before she pocketed it. Then, she grabbed her stake and placed it back in the concealed sleeve. Ryl grumbled for a moment, looking around for a broom or something similar, but not finding one.
Begrudgingly, she used her hand to sweep the ashes into a bag she had brought, doing her best to get the bulk of it out. She patted the cushions heartily a few times to disperse the remnants. Then, she pocketed the bag, left the room and the club, and walked out into the night.
