Black Magic, Vampire Blood, and Rose Ash..

Yes you got your spell on me baby.. Turning my heart into stone..

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002. Glitter Grind

The club was packed, it was like everyone in Brooklyn came down to Grind. It was a werehouse converted into a club, with gogo dancers lining the walls, and hanging from the ceiling in steel cages. Ryan was working in the VIP section tonight. Everyone wanted to work in those hanging cages, but Jake, the owner, said that’s where the girls who looked ugly up close went. It made sense, but that meant that Ryan was always working the main stage or the VIP area, like tonight. 

Her platform was located between two of the VIP tables, so people on either side got a show. It was awkward up here, mostly because the music wasn’t as loud and she had to deal with the random groper. Luckily, the bouncers in this place were pretty good about keeping the girls safe. She knew she was a glorified stripper, and she made way less money than a stripper, but hell if it wasn’t fun. It also kept Peyton from bitching about her having a job. Ry used to work at that nice bar on the upper east side with Peyton, but she got fired for drinking too much on the job. Psh. Duh, she was a bartender, of course she was going to drink.

She had a few sugar daddies, too. They gave her shit for hanging out with them, it was sick. Of course, she didn’t sleep with them, they were just old lonely dudes who’s wives got to bitchy in their old age. Okay, maybe she’d slept with one or two of the younger ones. Older guys were amazing in bed. 

Her thoughts were all over the place as she walked out of the dressing room, or the get slutty room as she liked to call it, and headed straight for the VIP area. She was in fishnets, stripper heels, booty shorts, and a bra that was so tiny that if it wasn’t so tight, she’d be showing off all the goods. Her body was covered in fine glitter, and her hair was teased big and messy in a sexy just got fucked kind of way. She looked totally hot. 

She hops up on the little platform, and just goes for it. Ryan didn’t try to hard to be sexy, pull of any moves that were impressive or noteworthy. She wasn’t a dancer, despite the whole gogo dancer thing. She just had fun, and let everyone stare at her ass while she did it. Rob Zombie was blasting throughout the club, and she sang along to American Witch, enjoying the irony. Being an American Witch and all. 

[ashxandxroses]

001. Irresistible Allure

Asher wasn’t one for bars, when he wanted a drink he had one in his study, with dinner, or at some fundraising party. Bing the Master Vampire of Manhatten had definitely made him a wealthy man. If only he could get rid of Axel and control all of New York City himself, his power would be unrivaled. He could do so much good for New York, rid the streets of crime, restrict vampires on their feeding. Just this morning, three women were found mysteriously dead. Asher had no doubt that the Axel’s vampires were to blame, drinking in excess. Asher didn’t allow such things, it was far to easy to take what only you needed, and then move on to another snack. Treating humans like cattle was going to get their whole race wiped out.

When walking past this bar, he’d caught a scent. It was something he just couldn’t place his finger on, and it intrigued him so much, that he decided to slide onto a stool, unfastening his suit jacket as he did so. His gaze traveled the room, flickering from face to face, trying to pen point who was giving off the scent that made his fangs throb with the need to sink into flesh. Honestly, he hadn’t had this much issue with control since he was a mere baby in the eyes of vampiredom.

The blonde bartender who was working the side of the bar where Asher had seated himself smelled of liquor and.. Cocaine. The substance polluted her body, do doubt making her blood as tainted as the shit she’d snorted up her nose. Some vampires loved junkies for the rush that their toxic blood gave them, Asher found the whole thing distasteful. Trashy, even.

The woman was a shitty bartender, moving slowly and messing up everyone’s drinks. Hell, she didn’t even ask him if he’d wanted anything. A man sitting in an Armani suit was usually seen to right away. Everything about Asher screamed money, as it should. He owned half of Manhatten. The woman fumbled and spilled what smelled like some kind of cheap tequila all over herself and a customer, and then people started yelling.. 

Asher sighed, accepting that he probably wouldn’t find the source of the intoxicating scent when a door leading to what had to be a store room flew open, and a brunette hauling a crate of booze towards the bar stepped through. The second the door opened, the allure of her sent had tripled, it was so strong Asher almost popped fang. In public. He leans forward watching her intently as she went about doing the job that the blonde had failed so miserably at.