She raised a brow when she saw her sister hopping out of the room trying to put on her last heel. She loved her little sister to death, she had a sense of innocence about her that Darry had lost a long time ago. She knew her sister was far from innocent, they both were, due to their upbringing. Despite that though her sister still managed to have a glow about her.
"You look hot. Find a rich guy and steal his wallet" Pandora grinned and Dareean rolled her eyes, because she already did that for a living. "Dude your boobs defy gravity. They float I swear to god. Or that dress is hugging you so tightly it appears that way" Dare couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thanks doll, but you look pretty smoking hot yourself. I think I’ve got competition tonight.” She said grabbing her purse. “You are practically my twin.” She shrugged as they slipped out of their apartment Dareean locked the door behind them. It was true, people had mistaken them as twins before.
Eventually the girls caught a cab and took into the heart of New York, the Taxi dropped them right outside the club, that already had a massive line. Dareean didn’t wait in lines and she knew it’d be difficult to try and get in with nothing but her looks, but she owed it to her sister. She’d canceled on her so many times and all she wanted was for her sister to have a hell of a time. She linked arms with her sister.
“Follow my lead.” She winked as she walked with flawless confidence to the front of the line. She dropped her arm from her sister then and lend up close whispering something to the bouncer. She could her people behind her in line irritated with her attempt to get into the infamous club. Not long after she pulled away pecking the bouncer on the cheek leaving a ruby red lip stick stain before linking her arm with her sister again and leading her past the iron door and down the stairs to the club.
They stepped past the black curtain and onto the level that over looked that dance floor. The place was definitely more intense than any club Dareean had ever been to and she’d been to a lot. Everything about the place gave off a dark, dangerous vibe. Which was exactly the type of places Dare liked to hang out. The music was absolutely intoxicating, it was like you could feel every single beat in the music. It made you want to feel alive.
“You want to drink first or dance?” she yelled over the music leaning in close to her sister.
Ezra had a habit of making a scene where ever he went not because he wanted to, but because his ego pretty much called for all eyes on him, not to mention he was one of NYs most sought after bachelors only rivaled by his cousin. Girls practically groveled at his feet for him to take them home. His music was blaring in his car as he pulled into the parking spot next to the familiar Impala that no doubt belonged to Liam. He made his way to the front of the club and he was met by two other Blood Mafia members, that doubled as his and Liam’s body guards. They weren’t untouchable and it wasn’t uncommon for other Covens to put a price on his and Liam’s head.
They followed closely behind him, to everyone else they just looked like Ezra’s loyal lap dogs. Ezra shot a glance in the direction of a few of the girls in line, flashing them his pearly white fanged smile, before disappearing into the club. They took the stairs two flights down, while his men briefed him on any possible threats. Although he didn’t look like it, Ezra was actually a far better businessman than his seasoned father. The difference between Ezra and his father was if Ezra didn’t know you he didn’t give a shit about you, his father however still felt somewhat attached to his human feelings and Ezra had none left.
The bass of the trace music vibrated the ground underneath of him as he finally stepped out into the crowded club, in dark corners other vampires were already feeding, using the feeders to their advantage. Drug deals were being done, the air was a hazy mix of cigarette smoke and fog from the fog machine, on the dance floor girls were making out and grinding all over other guys and each other. It was sick that Ezra felt more at home at the club then he did at his own home. The blood in the air only made him crave a taste but that was nothing new, he was used to his addictions, he knew how to control them for the most part.
He smirked when he spotted his cousin at the bar and he made his way over to him placing a hand on his shoulder. “Cute outfit fagot.” He laughed, giving a two finger wave to the bartender in the direction of their private VIP area, letting him know he’d be expecting his drink there. “Why are sitting here?” he raised a brow. “Tired of being a part of the rich and famous.” He smirked as he turned and headed in the direction of their private area, not bothering to wait for Liam.