Ken waited for Teya, pacing the floor anxiously. Those damn nerves were back, and it was driving him crazy. The outfit she’d bought was even more nerve-wracking. He would have to punch out the eyes of every man in attendance tonight.
Worse still, the fear of the night consumed the both of them. Allen was sure to be out wreaking havoc, but hopefully he would be somewhere far away from the club they were attending. After heavy persistence, he’d finally persuaded Teya to go, as long as he was with her. Dressing up was important to her, but not to him. He went for a simple look - a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
Teya, on the other hand, felt she had to look as beautiful as she could if she was going out on Ken’s arm. Many women found him stunning, which made Teya feel like she didn’t measure up. She looked at her face in the mirror, fixing her hair.
“Sexy man of mine, what are you doing?” she asked him with a laugh.
“Practicing dance steps,” he lied, quietly laughing to himself. Teya shook her head and opened the door. Ken stopped pacing as his eyes traversed every inch of her body. The dress clung to her hips, and the top pushed her breasts up, making them look nice and firm. It hung loosely at the bottom, like an ice skater, and stopped at her thighs. The cream color brought out the brown of her eyes and her hair, which draped down to her shoulders. Ken walked over to her, speechlessly staring at his perfect woman, and wondering how he had become so lucky.
Then his penis reacted to the dirty thoughts filling his mind—thoughts of ripping off that dress and burying himself deep inside her. Teya could see the desire in his eyes and the bulge in his jeans.
“I’m guessing you like it,” she said with a smile, pleased with herself. He touched strands of her hair and allowed it to flow through his fingers.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, caressing her cheek.
“You didn’t have to do this,” She melted at his touch.
“I wanted to do this for you. I don’t have many occasions to dress up, anyway,” Teya said, smiling. “And you just endangered every man there, Teya,” Ken replied. No other man should have the privilege of looking at her. Maybe he didn’t deserve it, either. He was truly selfish when it came to her. It was a flaw, he admitted to himself that only existed when it came to her.
Once they arrived at the club, all eyes were on them. Teya looked up at Ken, who seemed to be scanning the room for danger. The music overpowered them, and plenty of bodies surrounded them on the dance floor. Ken cautiously walked through the crowd, holding her close, as they made their way to a table. Teya was greeted by her co-worker, Daniella.
“Oh my gosh, you look beautiful, Teya!” she squealed. She wrapped her arms around in a ferocious hug. Teya smiled.
“So do you! This is Ken,” she said, tightening her grip on his arm. “This is my co-worker, Daniela. Daniela held out her hand, and Ken accepted it with a courtly bow.
“We’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to officially meet you, because we’ve all been staring at you when you come to pick her up,” Daniela said with a laugh. She was clearly already drunk. Ken laughed softly.
“Nice to meet you too. I hope you enjoy your birthday!” Ken said, before dragging Teya to the dance floor.
“Ken, I’m not sure about this,” she said, jerking away from him.
“One dance before we sit down,” he insisted. Teya blushed.
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. She thought about how much attention they would attract. Ken pulled her into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, finding her shyness adorable. Teya groaned as he turned her around and pressing her butt against his groin. He began swaying along to the beat. It seemed as though everyone had parted ways to allow the erotic couple their space.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” he whispered seductively into her ear. Teya’s womb clenched as she felt his erection rubbing across her buttocks, and the more she swayed, the firmer he became.
“Let’s get a drink,” she suggested, licking her dry lips. Ken agreed, and he walked with her over to the table.
“I’m afraid to leave you alone,” he admitted shamefully.
“I’ll be right here. Just don’t take too long, OK?” she said. Ken still looked uneasy.
“I can go with you,” she offered. Ken shook his head.
“No. I’ll be right back,” he said, and Teya watched him disappear into the crowd.
As he walked to the bar, he scanned the area again. This time, he managed to pick up a scent he recognized. A hunter was nearby. His predator senses kicked into full alert. Could it be a coincidence? Maybe, but Ken didn’t want to chance it.
After getting their drinks, he hurried back to Teya, only to find her surrounded by horny men. He sucked in a breath, trying to swallow the urge to hurt all of them. He pushed past them rudely. Teya smiled once Ken arrived, obviously uncomfortable and out of place without him.
“Hey, can’t you see the lady and I were talking?” One of the guys said, grabbing Ken’s shoulder. This was a big mistake. Teya stood up and wrapped her arms around Ken’s waist, hoping to calm the raging beast.
“Baby, what did you get me?” she asked innocently. Ken handed her the drink while simultaneously grabbing the man’s hand and squeezing until it cracked violently.
“Don’t touch me,” Ken growled, his eyes turning dark as he stared at the man. The man started screaming in pain.
“Hey, we’ll leave now. He’s just drunk. Sorry, miss,” one of the other guys said, moving his friend away.
However, fear and anger began to rise in the pits of Ken’s stomach. The atmosphere turned cold and disgusting. He grabbed Teya’s hand and instantly pulled her to his shoulder.
“Something wrong?” she asked, trying not to panic. She could sense the change in his demeanor—she knew Ken well enough by now to know that look of anger and fear in his eyes.
“Shh. Stay close to me,” he replied, kissing the top of her forehead. Teya smiled, but it immediately turned into a gasp as she saw Salina walking through the crowd toward them. Ken glanced to his left and saw Allen. Everything stopped. Salina was on Ken instantly, ignoring Teya’s presence completely. She placed her hands on Ken’s chest, purring with desire.
“Fancy running into you here,” she said, flirting heavily and shaking her hips to the beat. Teya looked with disgust at her see-through top and shorts that looked more like underwear.
“Yes, what are the odds?” Allen asked, staring directly at Teya with evil in his eyes. Teya shivered, causing Ken to pull her closer to him. Out of every club in town, why did they choose this one? Ken cursed in his mind over and over. His fears were becoming a reality.
“Wreaking havoc?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Salina began to dance seductively in front of him.
“You know how we love a good party,” she replied. Ken continued to curse, hating himself for being the man Teya would never be safe with, but hating them more for spoiling this night for her.
“I warn you to be wise. There is a hunter here,” Ken said, praying that this would slow them down. Allen grinned.
“And that is what makes a party worthwhile,” Allen said, reaching his hand out for Teya’s. “We can enjoy this party together.”
Ken grabbed Allen’s wrist with all the power he could conjure. His eyes glared from the contact.
“I was just introducing myself,” Allen said.
“I know who you are,” Teya spoke up, and both men turned their eyes towards her. The small, fragile woman behind Ken had spoken loudly and without fear. Ken’s heart contracted, but he couldn’t tell why. Was it from fear? Love? Admiration? He couldn’t tell, but no human had ever had the guts to talk to Allen and lived to tell the tale.
“I’m sure Ken has told you all of the nasty details. I assure you I’m not as bad as all that,” Allen said with a laugh, incapable of lying with a straight face. Ken didn’t find his antics funny. He finally released Allen’s wrist, but he held Teya even closer.
“We will be on our way now. Have fun,” Ken said. He wanted so badly to just get Teya out of there. However, as they tried to leave, Allen grabbed him by the throat. Teya gasped, covering her mouth.
“I said we’re going to have some fun together. Don’t try to walk away from me. Haven’t you learned the consequences yet?” he asked. Ken remained stoic as he looked at Allen with a deadly glare that would scare a normal person, but not Allen. Allen tsked. “I guess not.” He threw his fist back for a punch, but he paused right before Ken’s nose.
“The hunters are coming,” Ken replied calmly, and Allen nodded. He released Ken, fixed his clothes, and grabbed a random cup from the table to drink. He gulped it down and dropped the cup.
“Salina, it seems that our party is just beginning,” he said, gesturing for her to come into his arms. She did so willingly, holding close to his side. “Oh yeah, now we’re talking.”
There was a sudden burst of violence as the vampire hunters charged into the club, guns blazing. Ken pulled Teya down, his body on top of hers, shielding her from any harm. People screamed and ran out the back as the vampire hunters carelessly charged through. Allen and Salina just stood their ground, uncaring of the guns or the hunters. Cocky bastards, thought Ken.
“I love clubs,” Allen said with a smile.
“Don’t move!” One of the hunters announced, as a group of five surrounded Allen and Salina. Ken was now at a crossroads. If he let them be shot, all his troubles would be over, and he would be free. However, if he helped them, he would have the chance to kill Allen himself, gaining the satisfaction of being the one to do so. He looked down at Teya.
“Stay under the table, ok. Try to stay quiet,” he told her. However, she couldn’t let him just walk off, and she grabbed his arm as he tried to leave.
“I love you,” she whispered. He turned back to face her.
“I love you more,” he said, before disappearing in a blurring motion as he jumped to the dance floor. With swift movements, he knocked the gun out of the hands of the first hunter he could reach, sending him clamoring backwards. When he recovered, Ken hit him in the face with his elbow, sending his helmet flying off his head. Before the helmet had even hit the ground, Ken kicked it up with the back of his foot like a soccer ball and aimed it perfectly into the chest of another hunter, all in one, swift motion.
Allen and Salina disappeared in a flash, jumping on the hunters like an animal attacking their prey. Limbs were torn from bodies, and blood was spewing everywhere. Ken sighed. He knew he would have to clean this mess up once everything was said and done.
“There are more coming. I recognize their scents,” Ken warned. Salina looked up from her victim, blood covering her mouth.
“More fun for us then,” she said, laughing. Ken would’ve been sick to his stomach had he not been accustomed to it. Nothing they did surprised him anymore. Ken looked around for Allen, but realized he had disappeared.
“Shit,” he mumbled, before jumping onto the balcony.
“Come here,” Allen said, grabbing for Teya. She screamed as he pulled her from the table by her arm. He roughly pushed her back and started reaching for her neck, however, something pushed him back. He growled low.
“Allen!” Ken shouted, charging him. Their arms clashed together with the full force of both their strengths. As more vampire hunters charged in, they continued looking viciously at each other. Reluctantly, they broke apart to fight their common enemy.
“What a lovely scream she has, Ken,” Allen taunted as he bit into a hunter’s neck and ripped apart his throat. Ken growled, anger filling him. He grabbed a hunter and rammed him headfirst into the wall, breaking his helmet. The hunter screamed, but was silenced as Ken twisted his neck. Killing wasn’t something Ken liked to do, but in this case, he had no choice. If he left one alive, they would come after him. If they weren’t suspicious of him before, everything that had happened here would easily prove he was a vampire.
One of the hunters fired his gun toward Ken. He easily dodged the electric gun’s blast, running toward the wall. As the hunter approached, thinking he had him cornered, Ken ran up the wall, doing a back flip behind the hunter and breaking his neck as he landed. Meanwhile, Allen ripped a hunter’s arm off and used it as a weapon to hit another hunter in the face.
Smiling, he lifted the arm above his head and drank as the blood spilled down. Salina continued to counter as the men came through the front door. Her fighting had become a seductive dance as the men slowly died, one by one. Blood spilling from their necks as Salina’s blur continued cutting their necks with her claws.
The remaining hunters began to retreat, but Allen easily stopped them. As Ken watched the carnage, one of the hunters tried to attack him from behind. He moved his head as the hunter began throwing punches right and left. Ken sighed, and with a quick jab to the throat, killed the hunter. There was a scream from the balcony, and Ken’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes went wide. Teya screamed again.
He started to charge to her rescue, but something stopped him. Blood spilled from his mouth as he saw a hand go through his stomach. He grunted as it exited his body, leaving a bloody hole. He looked back to see Allen, his face grim and focused. Ken kicked back his leg, weakly attacking Allen.
“You’re bleeding, Ken,” Allen taunted. There was a sharp pain he couldn’t ignore.
“Damn you. You fucking bastard!” Ken growled. He kicked at him again, but Allen caught his leg.
“Just give up, Ken,” Allen said, but Ken knew he couldn’t. He improvised, swinging his other leg and back flipping sideways, hitting Allen in the chin with heel of his shoe. Allen released his leg, stunned. He frowned before disappearing into the night. Ken watched him flee before jumping to the second floor cautiously.
He stopped in horror as the first hunter he had scented in the club had a gun pointed to Teya’s head. She gasped at the sight of him, tears pooling in her eyes. The blood was spilling from his stomach, but he stood as tall as he could to face them.
“Step away from her,” Ken warned, in a demonic voice that was not his own.
“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll shoot,” the hunter declared. Ken looked at him again. It was the guy from the police station, the one who had ridden with Markees.
“I knew our boss wasn’t wrong about you,” The man spoke, shaking the gun towards Ken now. Ken lifted his hands. “That Markees is a fool for allowing you to slip away. Ross told us about the special set of vampires, the ones that are the most dangerous. They can walk among us during the day or the night. We know all about your kind,” he screamed, firing and hitting Ken in the shoulder. Teya began to cry as she struggled to escape the hunter’s grip.
“Ken!” she screamed. Anger had taken a hold of him, even more than the pain.
“Bye bye, Ken!” the hunter taunted as he raised his gun. Ken was feeling weak from both of his wounds, but he refused to fall. Teya, her adrenaline kicking into full gear, took the opportunity to kick the guy in the pelvic region, hoping it would distract him. She then elbowed him in the face, hoping to give Ken enough time to get the gun away.
Ken saw his opening and reached for the regular gun the hunter kept in his possession. As he grabbed it, he kicked the hunter away, and with all the force he had left, he fired, killing the hunter execution-style. Teya turned from the scene, becoming sick from all the death surrounding her. Ken grabbed her, nearly crushing her ribs. He looked around the club at the dead bodies. He sighed.
“Are you alright?” he asked, cupping her chin, and examining her face. Teya nodded
“Take me home, Ken. I want to go home,” she said, and she started crying. She was scared out of her mind, and she couldn’t stop shaking. She placed her hands on his stomach. “You’re hurt. There’s so much blood.” She began to become hysterical until Ken grabbed her face.
“Hey, look at me. I’m fine,” he said, quickly kissing her to calm her down. “I’ll run you home before coming back to clean up the bodies, OK?” he asked. She just nodded. She didn’t want Ken to leave her after tonight, but she understood that he had no choice.
Markees slammed the newspaper onto Ross’s desk.
“Did you look at the news today?” he asked. Ross looked up from his computer. He could see how serious Markees was as he looked down at the paper.
“Club 89 was burned down after men attacked it with guns,” Ross read, looking confused. “And this concerns me how?”
Markees knocked over a chair. “You know damn well how! A witness described the guns they used, Ross. They were our men! Who gave the order to attack a club?” Ross remained quiet, so Markees continued. “Those men were not prepared for this. Why wasn’t I informed?” Ross shrugged.
“It wasn’t under your jurisdiction. I am the authority around here, and it had to be done for the safety of this city. I thought long and hard about this mission, and I sent the men in. My source told me there were vampires in their midst. This includes one in particular that I’ve wanted to catch for a long time. I sent one of our best to spy on the club, and it turned out to be true. They waited for his signal, and they made their move,” he explained. Markees snorted.
“You are destroying this city. Those were good men…” he said, pausing at the thought of their deaths. “Was your source even a reliable one?” Ross placed his hand under his chin, annoyed.
“This source has been helping me for years. He wasn’t wrong, and neither was I. Those men knew what they were up against. It’s what they signed up for,” he said bluntly. Markees shook his head.
“They raided a club and fired their weapons. We could get sued, or even shut-down. Have you thought about that?” he asked. Ross stood from his chair.
“I know the consequences of my actions. I will use any means necessary to catch these demons. That’s the whole point of this, right?” he replied. Markees shook his head.
“Lately, from what I’ve been observing, you don’t care about the very people you’re supposedly saving from these demons, which makes you no better than them,” he said angrily. Ross crossed his arms.
“Look at you now, Markees, all big and bad. You’re upset that I withheld information from you? It’s because I can’t trust you anymore! I sent you out on the Daniels case, and what have you brought back? I know you have grown rather attached to her,” Ross accused. Markees objected.
“That has nothing to do—” he started, before stopping to think for a moment. “How did you know I was becoming close to her? Or know about her boyfriend? That was another raid that happened without my knowledge.” Ross crossed his arms.
“I placed a listening device in your coat pocket,” he confessed nonchalantly. Markees gritted his teeth.
“You son of a—”
“Ken is the link to all of this, Markees. I couldn’t have found him without your help. He will be heavily investigated from now on. Do I have your permission to do so?” Ross taunted. Markees shook his head.
“You’re wasting your time. He isn’t a vampire. This is going too far,” Markees said, slamming his hands on the desk again. Ross’s eyes lowered in anger.
“You’re right. He’s something far worse. Leave now, Markees, before I have your badge.”
Markees walked out the office, slamming the door as he left.
Ken woke with a brief sting as Teya patched up his wounds. She looked tired and weak.
“Baby, I’m fine. You need to eat,” he said, sitting up and causing his muscles to painfully flex. Teya shook her head.
“You need some blood. You’ve lost so much from your stomach and your shoulder. You were so weak when you got home, you just passed out,” she told him. She was panicked and didn’t know how to help him, but knew she needed to get his wounds closed. No amount of medical school training had prepared her for this. Ken grabbed the nape of her neck and guided her to his lips. Her concern warmed him. He was just happy she was physically unharmed. Mentally, however, he feared she would never heal. All that death around her tortured him, and it pained him to see an angel with the devil. He didn’t deserve her.
“I’m so sorry, Teya. I shouldn’t have taken you out at night. I’ll never be the man that can avoid dangerous situations. I’m sorry I’m not normal,” he said, gently massaging her neck as he apologized. Teya smiled faintly.
“I don’t want you to be normal. It’s not your fault you have a psycho vampire out to kill you,” she replied. Ken looked at the wound now.
“He wasn’t trying to kill me,” he said, remembering the precise way Allen’s fingers missed his vital organs. “He was trying to slow me down.”
“But why? You helped him get away from those hunters. Why would he set you up like that?” she asked. Ken thought back, trying to set the scene.
“The only explanation is that he wanted me to get caught. He wanted me to take the blame for everything.” He deduced. Teya sucked in her breath. Allen was evil. The pure menacing look in his eye haunted her.
“When he reached for me, the medallion began to glow, and he flinched like I had hurt him. Rosa was right; the medallion does protect against him,” she said.
Ken stood up without wincing. His wound was merely a scratch now. He grabbed Teya’s hand as they walked into the kitchen.
“Maybe my mother was a threat to him, and she had the medallion made to fight against vampires. Either way, I’m sure it frustrated him, which is why they kept it from me all these years. Where’s the fun in not being able to torture me?” he said in a joking tone, but he still noticed Teya’s frown. “I saw the way he looked at you. He has something sick going on in his head, and I want you out of it. It’s bad enough the bastard won’t let me live,” he said, digging around the fridge for sandwich ingredients before continuing. “He hurt you.”
Fresh tears rolled down her face. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” she admitted, her voice cracking. Ken was the other half of her heart and soul. Her world was falling apart now more than ever, and she could admit she needed him with her. Ken gathered her in his arms.
“Teya, I’m never leaving you. And I’m fine, baby. See?” he said, ripping off the bandage she’d provided to cover his wounds. It was already healing into a bruise. She touched his stomach, and felt his hard abs. He groaned, and Teya jumped back, thinking she had hurt him.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. He smiled.
“Not you. It’s Markees. He’s heading up,” he revealed. “I’ll get the door.” He started walking towards the door when Teya interrupted him.
“Can you at least put on a shirt first?” she said. He paused.
“I’ll do that for you,” he answered, and he walked back into the room to grab a shirt.
Teya opened the door before Markees had even had a chance to knock. She was furious.
“You told Ross Ken’s name. You told me you wouldn’t. You said I could trust you,” she declared accusingly, crossing her arms. Markees nodded.
“Well hello, Teya. I know you’re upset. I came here to talk to you and your boyfriend about that. Is he here?” Teya hesitantly opened the door wider to allow Markees to walk in. Ken leaned against the bedroom doorpost.
“Here to insult me again?” he asked. Markees scoffed.
“You are one popular bastard,” he replied, walking into the house. Teya closed the door behind him. “Ross is obsessed with capturing you.” Teya looked confused.
“Why Ken?” she asked. Markees sighed.
“It has something to do with you being different than vampires. The worst of them, he said. I’m not sure what any of this means, but…” he paused as he watched Teya stagger to the couch, before he continued. “I told him I saw you out in the daylight, but he wouldn’t listen. He ordered men to raid your home and Club 89 on an anonymous tip that vampires would be there. I didn’t tell him anything about you. He placed a listening device in my pocket without me realizing it.” Ken sighed and walked into the kitchen to make Teya a sandwich.
“I heard about the club. So why are you telling me all this?” he asked, handing Teya the plate and a bottle of water.
“Ross has become so obsessed with capturing vampires that he’s lost all his senses. He doesn’t care how many he kills to get a single vampire. I don’t think our company can take any more lawsuits. I just stopped by to warn you,” he said, watching Teya eat her food, before speaking directly to her. “I don’t want you in the crossfire.”
She looked up, stunned at his concern. Little did he know that she was already in the middle of it, and there was no escaping it now.
“Are you ok?” Markees asked.
“It’s been a long night, that’s all,” Ken responded. “I don’t like you, Markees, but I appreciate the warning.” With that said, Ken stood up to escort Markees to the door. The hunter frowned, but followed.
“Here’s my number,” he said, handing a card to Ken. “Call this time.”
“Thank you,” he replied, bowing as he watched Markees walk down the apartment stairs. Ken turned his concern back to Teya, who had just forced herself to take another bite of her sandwich. She washed it down with some water before her eyes began to close. He moved to her side and cradled her close before standing up and carrying her into the bedroom.