The prince of vampires is my beacon, anchoring me through the storm.
He could be wherever the hell he is, but my eyes will always find him.
Standing there, both stunned and furious, like a man possessed. That look alone fueled something reckless in me.
I turn for him, showing him my bare skin as I move along with the rhythm of the music. Slowly, deliberately, dangerously taunting him to come closer. To yearn for me. To crave me, now that I'm wearing nothing but my black, lacy underwear. Even the garter is gone, lost somewhere when I was smearing blood all over my body.
I beckon him closer with the curve of my smile, while he stood there, watching, knowing full well who I'm taunting.
The others take it as an invitation when I feel hands slowly sliding up my thighs, making my skin crawl. They feel wrong, but I force myself to ignore the shiver.
I lost sight of him when one of them managed to climb the stage.
