the wiser.
The inside is even more packed than you would think from the outside, with hot sweaty bodies melting together with the loud thumping music of heavy metal. That’s a big reason they love this place so much. It’s the only club in the area that caters to this genre of music. There is no other music compared to the loud , sexy and angry belching of heavy metal. The loud screaming music speaks to the pit of Alessandro’s heart in every way.
At least once a month the club even hosts live bands. They bring in a mix of local and established metal bands on those nights. Those nights are insane here, but in Alessandro’s world the crazier the better is his idea of a good time.
“Ahh . . . dude, there she is,” Michael says once they make a lap around the club and he spots his conquest from the night before. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Alright , Michael, be gentle,” Alessandro says and laughs as they each go into their own direction.
Protectors are inhumanly beautiful people. That , too, is a trait they gladly inherited from their unearthly vampire side. Sometimes it makes it far too easy for them though. Alessandro has no problem taking any girl he so chooses into a dark coroner and have his way with her. But for Alessandro, it has become a bore. Even looking around this club, he could have his choice of any woman here. They are all the same though. None of them have enough substance to hold his attention for more than a few minutes.
Alessandro takes his beer and sits at a table in the back and just watches the crowd as he waits for a fight or a girl to catch his attention. Whichever comes first is fine with him.
With what seems like eternity, Alessandro finally finishes his first beer and makes his way back to the bar for another drink. In this place there are no waitresses, so if you want something you have to get it yourself, which suits him fine. He tends to get antsy staying in one place for too long anyway.
Alessandro got a head start with the beer so he orders something stronger this time. Top shelf Crown Royal and Coke goes down with a kick to the gut, but tastes so good.
Alessandro turns to face the crowd while he waits for his drink. In one moment he is bored and in an instant he is on high alert as he catches the sight of the back of a woman who is a stranger yet, all too familiar.
Alessandro watches the woman as she talks to a group of people. This was the last place he’d expect to see her, especially after their conversation earlier today.
He sees a man in her group grab her by the wrist and pulls her close to dance. Anger rises in him at the very sight of the couple groping and swaying too close for comfort to the intense music. Instantly his dark eyes grow darker with rage.
Had she been acting today? Was her grief and innocence just a front ? He thinks to himself as he glares at her.
He had actually enjoyed their time together earlier and began to feel something other than Annoyance for her, even a hint of respect.
The more he stares at her now, the more the rage builds. She made a fool of him today. She lied and made him feel sorry for her. He doesn’t know why he even cares, but it’s obvious that he does.
Leaving his fresh drink on the counter, he walks away from the bar with a force he doesn’t understand, nor can he control. He walks up behind her, close enough to smell her sweet perfume. She doesn’t smell like sweet coconut like she did at the coffee shop, but sweet all the same. When the man she is dancing with looks up and freezes at the sight of him she slowly she turns around to face him. With bile rising in his throat, he turns and walks away.
It isn’t her.
Alessandro doesn’t head back toward his table, but for the door. He has to get the hell out of here. The walls feel like they are closing in on him and his breathing is coming deep and heavy.
Once outside where he
The inside is even more packed than you would think from the outside, with hot sweaty bodies melting together with the loud thumping music of heavy metal. That’s a big reason they love this place so much. It’s the only club in the area that caters to this genre of music. There is no other music compared to the loud , sexy and angry belching of heavy metal. The loud screaming music speaks to the pit of Alessandro’s heart in every way.
At least once a month the club even hosts live bands. They bring in a mix of local and established metal bands on those nights. Those nights are insane here, but in Alessandro’s world the crazier the better is his idea of a good time.
“Ahh . . . dude, there she is,” Michael says once they make a lap around the club and he spots his conquest from the night before. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Alright , Michael, be gentle,” Alessandro says and laughs as they each go into their own direction.
Protectors are inhumanly beautiful people. That , too, is a trait they gladly inherited from their unearthly vampire side. Sometimes it makes it far too easy for them though. Alessandro has no problem taking any girl he so chooses into a dark coroner and have his way with her. But for Alessandro, it has become a bore. Even looking around this club, he could have his choice of any woman here. They are all the same though. None of them have enough substance to hold his attention for more than a few minutes.
Alessandro takes his beer and sits at a table in the back and just watches the crowd as he waits for a fight or a girl to catch his attention. Whichever comes first is fine with him.
With what seems like eternity, Alessandro finally finishes his first beer and makes his way back to the bar for another drink. In this place there are no waitresses, so if you want something you have to get it yourself, which suits him fine. He tends to get antsy staying in one place for too long anyway.
Alessandro got a head start with the beer so he orders something stronger this time. Top shelf Crown Royal and Coke goes down with a kick to the gut, but tastes so good.
Alessandro turns to face the crowd while he waits for his drink. In one moment he is bored and in an instant he is on high alert as he catches the sight of the back of a woman who is a stranger yet, all too familiar.
Alessandro watches the woman as she talks to a group of people. This was the last place he’d expect to see her, especially after their conversation earlier today.
He sees a man in her group grab her by the wrist and pulls her close to dance. Anger rises in him at the very sight of the couple groping and swaying too close for comfort to the intense music. Instantly his dark eyes grow darker with rage.
Had she been acting today? Was her grief and innocence just a front ? He thinks to himself as he glares at her.
He had actually enjoyed their time together earlier and began to feel something other than Annoyance for her, even a hint of respect.
The more he stares at her now, the more the rage builds. She made a fool of him today. She lied and made him feel sorry for her. He doesn’t know why he even cares, but it’s obvious that he does.
Leaving his fresh drink on the counter, he walks away from the bar with a force he doesn’t understand, nor can he control. He walks up behind her, close enough to smell her sweet perfume. She doesn’t smell like sweet coconut like she did at the coffee shop, but sweet all the same. When the man she is dancing with looks up and freezes at the sight of him she slowly she turns around to face him. With bile rising in his throat, he turns and walks away.
It isn’t her.
Alessandro doesn’t head back toward his table, but for the door. He has to get the hell out of here. The walls feel like they are closing in on him and his breathing is coming deep and heavy.
Once outside where he
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