Cursed Blood |Lesbian Story| - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

I walked out of the dark tunnel again and found myself at the farthest edge of the school's property. Octavia had promised to meet me outside. And it didn't take long for me to get where she was. Quickly spotting a shiny McLaren parking on the other side of the road, I sucked in the night air in my lungs and walked up to the car as brave as I could.
Octavia didn't look at me when I got in, and that made me nervous and a little hurt. I never knew the privilege of having her looking at me meant so much until now.
"Octavia," I said, breaking the silence. "Are you still mad at me?"
Octavia's hand over the steering wheel tightened. Her eyes kept staring through the windshield, but she didn't say anything. I couldn't stand it anymore. Octavia couldn't just freeze me out like that. Then I reached over and grabbed her face in my hands, turning her head to me. She looked startled at my sudden act and stared back at me with those confused eyes. I didn't wait for her to speak and just pressed my lips against hers. Her sweet-scented breath caressed my cheeks as I was coaxing her mouth with my tongue, begging her to open up and take me in.
Octavia, being held captive in my hands, finally melted at my touch. She let me slid through her soft lips, allowing me to taste her as hungry as she always did with mine. We tilted our heads and deepened the kiss. The tension between us was slowly fading from our bodies. Octavia pushed her sleek velvet tongue back into my mouth, flicking around with my own as she was gaining back her dominance. And I let her have her way with me without a protest. After a while, we broke off for some intakes of air. The silence remained as we kept staring into each other's eyes.
"Octavia, please," I whispered. "Promise me that after we're done with this, you will let me explain."
"Okay," she said, "I promise," and gave me a tiny smile at last. Then we settled back in our seats. Octavia's face was a bit brighter than when I came in. I was somewhat able to breathe again. She started the engine and worked on the gear shift, and then we shot out of the place.
We ventured around town, following the map on a mini electronic screen on the car's dashboard. The screen showed locations of restaurants, famous nightclubs, and casinos with bright red dots. Sometimes, we stopped and went inside to check the place, which caused a lot of whistling and hooting from the people. Sometimes we didn't enter and just drove pass because Octavia's exceptional radar-like sense could detect strange chills from far away. But still, there wasn't any vampire in sight. I wasn't even sure what we were looking for. Using our extrasensory, we tried to pick up signals from each spot we'd gone in. We probably had been to twenty entertainment places until we found ourselves in another casino's nightclub. Octavia stopped the car and looked through the window.
"Any signs?" I asked, following her intense gaze.
"A little hint," she said. "But I'm not quite clear yet."
"Let's get inside then," I said.
"Are you sure about this?" Octavia asked. I nodded with determination. Then we walked into the entrance which was decorated with blinking lights and colorful lasers.
Nobody tried to stop us because we both dressed completely in punk clothes. I wore a short skirt with a black leather jacket over my loose t-shirt. On top of that, Cammie had done a pretty good job of turning me into a total brat. I put on a scarf around my neck so that no one could see my necklace. Octavia was flawless. Her rocker jeans really did her curves justice. I couldn't stop myself from looking at her rear end. Her printed white tank top and sparkly jacket were perfectly matched with a pair of combat boots. I felt like I was walking with a model, who was ready to do a photoshoot. People practically made way for Octavia as we entered the club as if they were afraid to touch us, but their eyes never stopped following.
We scanned around the place, trying to feel the presence of vampires among the human crowd. Cramming in the sea of people and the loud music made me wish I had brought earplugs. The mixed scent of writhing bodies was almost intoxicating, not to mention the painfully bright lights blinking on and off. The techno beats nearly burst my brain out. But I still had something far more important to do than to complain about it.
"Let's mingle," Octavia suggested. "Like the last time."
"Okay," I said. Then we walked to the counter to order some drink.
"Two shots of vodka, please," Octavia said to a male bartender, who was pouring a cocktail into the glass. He froze and dropped his shaker once he saw us. Luckily, another female bartender quickly took our order with a big smile.
She put the glasses in front of us, before giving a flirtatious wink. Octavia didn't seem to notice and just handed the glass to me.
"But Octavia, I'm underage!" I hissed softly.
"Please, you will still look underage for the next twenty years," she said. "Besides, we can only take the strongest shots, the rest would taste like water to us, or you want a whiskey instead?"
"No, thank you," I decided to stop arguing and took the glass from her. Octavia downed the drink in one gulp. And I took a sip with mine, too.
"Congratulation, you've just lost your alcohol virginity," she said and I almost spurted the drink out. Octavia laughed.
"Stop that!" I said, dabbing my lips with a tissue.
"Alright, let's dance," she said, taking the glass from my hand and put it on the counter.
"But..."
"Mingle," she said, "Act normal."
"Fine," I groaned, putting a 'duh' sound to effect. Octavia steered me to the dance floor with the other people. The rest of the crowd kept moving to the blasting music. Then I felt Octavia wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and pulled my body against hers. She nuzzled on my hair and neck as we slowly swayed to the beats. I bit my bottom lip, tilting my head aside to give her more access to my skin. Her lips pressed on my shoulder, trailing butterfly kisses up to my cheek. I shivered a little. Then she turned me around to face her. I put my arms around her neck, and probably, I was under alcohol influence that I just leaned forward and kissed her lips. She tasted like sweet cherry dipped in Vodka. Then a burst of cheering came from the crowd. We broke off, realizing they were watching us making out in excitement. I blushed and pulled Octavia away from the dance floor, but I guess we had lost direction and got out to the other side of the bar, where there were booths and tables for customers.
"Okay, I'll get some more drink and then we can sit together watching from the couch," Octavia suggested. I nodded.
After Octavia was gone, I wandered toward an empty table nearby. Almost everyone looked like they were suffering from a seizure. Then a bulky-looking boy came up to me with a goofy grin and bloodshot eyes. I could smell alcohol on his breath even before he reached my personal space.
"Hey, babe," he said, eyeing me up and down lustfully. "You're alone tonight?" I'd never met enough boys to know how to react, so I decided to ignore him and walked away, but his hand grabbed my elbow. I brushed it aside quickly and easily. In fact, I could break his neck in just two seconds flat, but that wasn't going to worth it.
"So?" I put my hands on my hips and raised my chin up.
"So we can dance together, gorgeous," he said in a slurry voice.
"If you're smart, back off," I warned him, but he laughed hysterically, causing people around there to look at us.
"C'mon babe, stop playing hard to get," he said and came to put an arm over my shoulders. My mood was a little off today, so with just one swift motion, I already pinned the guy's face on a nearby table with a loud crash. He yelped like a wimp. People scattered away from the spot.
"You messed with the wrong girl," I said. The guy started screaming for help. There was blood dripping from his nose. My stomach growled, so I released him, and he slipped down to the floor, moaning miserably. I didn't intend to make him bleed, but some humans are so fragile. Wrinkling my nose annoyingly, I tried not to look at the blood from the guy's face. Then I felt Octavia pushing her way through the crowd toward me.
"What happened?" she asked me in alarm.
"This guy happened," I gestured to the floor where the guy was laying. Suddenly, I felt my blood turn cold in my veins, I looked at Octavia, who looked as if she had the same feeling. The chill of recognition when vampires were presented. Both of us turned a full circle to see several security guards marching in our direction. All of them were in black uniform. They looked at us and then to the guy on the floor.
"Excuse me," the man in the front spoke, "You're not allowed to pick a fight around here. I would like to escort you out of this place."
I looked at Octavia who was solemnly staring at the man. He was paler than the rest, well-built and stood almost seven feet tall. We were certain that at least, one of them was a vampire, and that must be him. But I had met the undead, so I knew he wasn't an undead vampire either.
"The true-blood," Octavia whispered, almost too low even for my ear. "Just do as they say."
I nodded and then we allowed them to escort us away. People parted as we walked. When we reached the entrance, and everyone was out of sight, Octavia and I came to a stop and turned around to face the security guards. They scowled down at us.
"What is it, trouble-makers?" the vampire guard asked, looking irritated. Our logic was that, if there were vampires working in a nightclub like this, their boss would be one, too. And that person would hold some sort of connection in the Underworld. We just couldn't lose the chance to see him or her.
"I would like to speak to your boss," I came to say. The guard stared at me for a moment and then laughed.
"What's your problem, kid?" He said. "You haven't caused enough trouble for one night?"
"I'm sure my problem is just a little too big for you to handle," I said.
"Mr. Leonard won't see anyone without an appointment," the guard said through his clenched jaw.
"Oh, I think he'll make an exception," I said and slipped my hand through my collar shirt and pulled the necklace out. The guard looked at it vacantly as if it had no effect on his memory, but after a few seconds, he face went seriously white.
"Isn't that...?"
"Yes, it is," I said and quickly slipped the necklace back into my shirt.
"But you're not-" he tried to speak.
"As vampire as you are, you mean?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You think you ordinary true-bloods could sense someone like us?"
"My apologies, your highness," the guard stepped back and bowed, placing his right fist over his heart. The rest of them did the same.
"So what's your name?"
"Kane," He replied nervously.
"Alright Kane, now tell your boss that I want to pay him a visit."
"Yes, your highness,"
Then the guard spoke into his com unit right away. I looked back at Octavia, who raised her eyebrows at me.
"I'm impressed, your highness," she said.
The guard came back to us with a bow.
"I would like to bring you to my boss on the fifth floor," he said.
A moment later, we were escorted away by another group of human guards. We learned that the owner of this place was another vampire lord named Leonard. Octavia said she had done enough research to know some stuff about him.
"This Leonard guy is a human trafficker," she told me.
"A human trafficker?" I was taken aback to hear that.
"Yes, he provides fresh blood for the vampire families and even sells humans into slavery," Octavia continued. "There are many wealthy vampires who buy humans from him. He gets his money not only from running places like this but also from trafficking."
"What a parasite of a parasite!" I said in disgust.
"We have to get to this guy," she said. "He knows everything about everyone."
We walked on the carpeted floor then stopped in front of the double door. Kane came back and told us to wait on the sofa. He went inside to inform his boss about our visit. But we could detect their conversation clearly from the other room.
"There's someone want to see you, Sir," Kane said.
"Who's that?" the man asked, sounded annoyed.
"They're two girls, but I have never seen them before," he told the man.
"What? How could you come to bother me with some human brats?" the man's voice boomed.
"Sir, they're not normal humans," Kane said. "They have the Russian royal crest."
"What! Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" the man changed his arrogant tone immediately. "Let them in!"
Kane came out of the room and respectfully bowed at us. He gestured for us to go inside. The man was sitting nervously on his desk. All day long, he must have been calculating on how many humans to deliver to which vampire house.
"I did not expect you would pay me a visit today," Leonard said and scrambled out of his chair to bow at us, putting his fist over his chest.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" I said, putting a spoiled royal brat face on.
"My apologies, your highness," he said nervously. "I have trouble recognizing you."
"Good," I said. "We just drop by to ask you a few questions."
"Do you know where Lady Florentine lives?" Octavia asked, but Leonard blinked as if he had no idea what we were talking about. I turned to Octavia with a nod, she understood and bolted out like a rocket to grab Leonard by his throat. His feet were lifted off the floor like a child struggling against a grown-up. The vampire lord looked panic-stricken.
"Do you remember something now?" I asked him again, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I...I...apologize...for my absentmindedness, your highness," he said chokingly. Then Octavia put him down. The man gagged and coughed with a sick expression on his face. He rubbed his throat in pain. "I didn't mean to get in the way, but it's a law that restricts us from disturbing the high-class privacy."
"Now in the face of death, you have three seconds to answer me," I said. He hurried to pick up a folder on his desk and flipped it open. Leonard cleared his throat dryly. I heard his tiredness as well as his fear. I wasn't sure why we were so intimidating, but being bad had never felt this good. This human trafficker had to learn a lesson.
"Here is the address of Lady Florentine," Leonard handed us a name card. "Luckily, she has just moved back a couple weeks ago with their teenage daughter."
"How do we know whether you're lying or not?" Octavia said in the most threatening voice I'd ever heard.
"She's one of my regular clients," Leonard replied tremblingly. "Her daughter has reached her puberty, so she needs a daily food supply."
"You said food?" I hissed, still didn't get over his profession.
"Did I say something wrong, your highness?" he asked, trembling visibly. "The humans agree to sell their blood to us."
"Liar!" I snarled and was about to strike out, but Octavia stopped me.
"Vivienne, don't," she said in a warning tone. "We have to go."
And I decided this parasite was lucky today.