THE ALPHA’S DESTINY 2 (Fulfilling The Prophecy) - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

DECLAN'S POV
I mean everything looked normal, like a regular human club. Except for the rotten body parts littered all over, creatures were literally dancing their heads off and the smell was nothing normal either.
We were rocking to a hip-hop beat for a bit, my eyes scanned the area and that's when I zeroed in on something taking place in the far corner of the club.
My breath caught in my throat as I tried not to retch at the sight.
Maddox wanted to look away, needed to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't.
There in the dark, was a man being feasted on.
He was human, it wasn't hard to tell. His blood was ripe in the air around us.
I met his gaze and waited for his glazed over eyes to move. They didn't. He just slumped in the corner, bathed in blood.
My eyes wandered down his face and stopped at his throat. It was ripped out and a Zombie was feeding on his intestines. Torn from his skull, the remains of his brain lay scattered over the desert floor.
A loud growl escaped my throat catching the zombie's attention.
It looked towards me and a crimson grin smiled back at me. The slash across her throat seemed to have more life than her listless gaping mouth. She flicked her tongue. She was taunting me.
Her arms and legs were bent at awkward angles as though she was a marionette that had been carelessly dropped.
Her body was devoid of the grace it once knew. She was now just another corpse in this old shithole.
I swallowed and slowly began to survey the rest of her body as she clambered to her feet. The blood from her meal cascaded like a waterfall down the front of her body and gathered in a small pool at her feet.
The light shimmered down on her body casting shades of neon lights on it. Her face was blue and tilted to the side, but still not rotten; she hadn't been dead long enough. The brown in her hair was starting to fade and fall out.
It was wobbling towards us.
'Where is that thing going? Please don't let it come near me,' Maddox whimpered. He always would look away at the sight of the Zombies while I was watching The Walking Dead.
'Don't worry, I won't let it hurt us.'
But what is happening? I pondered.
It did a little zig-zagged walk closer to us, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It smiled at me - like showed me its teeth and her lips curved upward.
"Maybe she sees you as her next meal," Carson assumed.
I paused at the thought of it feeding on my brain marrow.
"Everybody, just stay calm. Let's see what it's up to," Dimitri added. So I stood firm and let it make its move.
With a little more effort, it got closer and closer and closer...
'Maybe we should run!'
'Maddox, I didn't take you for a pussy.'
"Grrrr-hello."
"It speaks," Carson was fascinated.
"Hi," I said cautiously.
"Don't worry, werewolf meat isn't appealing to me at all," she laughed.
"You talk, but you're a zombie," I was obviously surprised.
"Yes, I only go full-on Zombie when I haven't eaten," she explained. "I'm Mitsy by the way," she stretched her hand for me to shake.
'Don't do it man,' Maddox warned, but for some reason, I took Mitsy's hand and shook it.
"I'm Declan," I introduced myself. I pulled my hand away and then I heard something like a branch breaking and that's when I saw Mitsy's hand falling to the floor. "Shit, I'm sorry - I must have shook it too hard -"
"No, no, it's ok - It does that all the time." Mitsy smiled and I quickly bent and retrieve her hand. I handed it to her and she kinda screwed it back in place. "Thanks Declan." She batted her eyelids.
"Did you see that?" Dimitri whispered all excitedly.
"No, what happened?" I asked. Mitsy was now focused on the tiny creatures on my shoulders. "These are my friends, Dimitri and Carson."
"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you too Mitsy," Carson said.
"Yes, same here. And Mitsy is quite a beautiful name," Dimitri smiled.
"Thank you, Mitsy is actually my stage name."
"So you're a musician - that's fantastic, beautiful-ish and talented," Dimitri nudged my jaw. "Right Dec?"
Here we go again!
I was about to tell Dim that I was not gonna fuck a Zombie, but my eyes caught the look of longing in Mitsy's eyes, so I did the gentlemanly thing. My eyes softened. "Yes, Mitsy you are very lovely."
Her eyes hit the floor, she was clearly a blushing corpse.
'What the fuck is that God awful smell?' Maddox was raving in my head.
I looked at the way Mitsy was standing with her legs crossed tightly at the ankles. 'I think she is aroused!'
'Fuck my life!'
The female ghoul that was dancing earlier came and snatched Mitsy away to whisper something in her ear. The ghoul had her eyes strained in my direction, staring me down with burning intensity.
"Well I don't need my vampy senses to tell that this Zombie wants to give you some Dec, and as your friend, I say go for it."
"What a sight that would be, A zombie giving brain instead of eating it," Carson laughed.
"Shut up Carson!" I growled.
Mitsy came back over, she looked over to where the ghoul was before whispering in my ear. "Meet me on stage." She placed a kiss on my cheek then spun and walked away.
The music died down as Mitsy walked up on the stage.
The place got quiet.
Mitsy started to unbutton her top.
"What the fuck!"
I didn't know if the words belonged to Dim or Carson.
Mitsy's B-cups were on full display.
"Now! Can we get a volunteer?" The announcer asked. Hands flew up like antennae.
"So she's a stripper — nice," Carson praised.
I closed my eyes and raised my hand too.