New York

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Dareean’s entire life she’d been nothing more to people then disposable. To her parents, to her foster families, and to men. It used to make her really insecure, until she realized that she could get far by using her body as a bargaining chip and as sick and twisted as it was, it was better than being homeless. Eventually she’d accepted it and numbed the emptiness with alcohol. She’d learned to control guys, with a simple bat of her long eye lashes. Her and Panda had always been able to turn heads with their looks, that seemed to be the only thing they were ever blessed with.

She’d spent her Friday night and the entirety of Saturday morning and afternoon accompanying Mr. Hearst who was easily three times her age. He’d become one of her regulars, she just hoped he wouldn’t request for her to stay with him Saturday evening as well, because she had plans to go out with her sister, to celebrate her seventeenth birthdays. Her birthday had been nearly two months ago and she’d had to break her plans with Panda several times now. However to her relief, Mr. Hearst let her go. She slipped on her tight skinny jeans and her cropped Guns and Roses T-shirt, that showed of a good amount of her tanned mid drift including her belly button ring.

Alan handed her a roll of money and a diamond necklace and she shot him a perfectly believable false smile. He was married and had a son her age, which made her feel extremely guilty, but the money was too good to pass up. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before slipping out of bedroom and making her way down the halls that she’d familiarized herself with. She started down the stairs before she felt someone grabbed her upper arm rough enough she knew I’d leave a bruise and she fought back a wince as she glanced already knowing who it was.

She held his dark eyes, her deep blue eyes remaining passive. Ezra Hearst scared the shit out of her but she’d never let him know that. She raised a brow as he looked over her disgusted and a wickedly taunting smirk crept across her lips as she ripped her arm away from his grip.

“Don’t be jealous that your daddy’s got more appeal then you Ezy.” She spat holding his eyes. She was well aware that Ezra hated her, he had every right to. She was his father mistress for Christ’s sake, but she refused to let him make her feel guilty.

“How’d you know, I’m sooo, damn jealous of my father for sleeping with a whore.” He spat back bitterly and she had to admit his words were worse than if he’d simply slapped her in the face.

She rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs and outside, sliding into the black SUV that was waiting to drop her off down the street from her house. She’d been Mr. Hearst’s call girl for a little over six months. Which was just enough time have a few run ins with his son and his nephew who seemed be more like a son to him then a nephew. On the way home she’d stopped and pawned off the diamond neckless Alan Hearst had given her and used the money to buy a her and Panda a dress to go clubbing in. Finally the car dropped her off a block away from her house. When she finally got to their crappy apartment complex she sighed pushing the door open and heading up the flight of stairs to the fourth level. Like always the couple next door were screaming and as she pushed the key into the lock their next door neighbor Alisha came barreling out of their apartment while Dylan screamed after her to come back. She sighed pushing the door open and slipping inside.

“Panda, I’m home.” She called out to her sister “Sorry about last night, I had to pull a double at the dinner.” She lied flawlessly, hell she should have been an actress, she’d become so good at lying and showing the proper emotion when it was needed. She hoped her sister was home. “You ready for our girls night?” she continued as she laid the dresses out on the couch and set her purse on the counter digging through it for her cigarette’s because she desperately needed one.

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Ezra had spent his Friday night away from his father and his father’s prostitute. Sure Ezra liked the company of girls, but not ones he had to pay for or ones who were married. He was an ass hole, but he had enough respect for a girl not to pay for her. It was frustrating, because the damn girl was his age not to mention his mother and father were still very married. So he’d stayed gone all night, he’d gone to Bite, his father’s underground night club meant for only feeder and vampires. It was one of the hottest clubs in New. It was two stories of blood, extrinsic music, beautiful women, and drugs. He’d gone with his cousin to forget about his father’s fucked up habit.

He’d gotten there with the intent of drinking a few beers and going home with some drunk girl. Only he’d done a few lines of coke, bleed two girls completely dry killing them, and then drank until he passed out. The kind of lifestyle he lived was deadly for any human being, for him it was nothing, because just short of getting a wooden stake to the chest or being burned alive nothing could kill him. He woke up the next morning alone, to an empty club. Then when he’d gone home he’d ran into Dareean, his father’s lovely mistress. She had the audacity to smart off to him and it pissed him off. He’d been so tempted to follow her home more than once and kill her. Only there was something about the smell of her blood that was familiar to him, something about her that made it difficult to hurt her.

After she’d slipped his grip and left the house he’d knocked on his father’s door and pushed the door open. His father was on the phone, gesturing for him to sit on the bed so that he could talk to him. Ezra rolled his eyes and had to fight the urge to walk out, but like always he listened and sat down. Finally his father hung up the phone and turned his eyes on him and he knew he was in trouble, simply by the look in his father’s eyes.

“Those girls carelessly drained last night,” His father spat and Ez raised a brow. “They weren’t feeders, they were actually quite important Ezra.” He said irritated and Ezra scoffed. “This is the fourth time this week I’ve had to clean up your fucking mess son.” He hissed and Ezra just rolled his eyes. Ezra stood up heading towards the door, not wanting to listen to anything else. “Where the hell are you going.” His father called after him.

“Well, I’m done listening to you.” Ezra smirked. “Just do your job and clean up my mess dad, cause that’s what your good at.” He said before slipping out of the room. He had every intent to go back to the club again in a few hours when it opened and purposely cause more trouble for his father.

If there was one thing Ezra didn’t like it was being talked down to like he was kid. His father was always talking down to him and as of late, it seemed Ezra couldn’t do anything right. He headed to his room pulling out his cellphone and sending a quick text to Liam.

What the hell man? You just left me at the club? Meet me there at nine…unless you can’t handle it. he sent the message with a smirk before hopping into the shower to get ready for another night of partying.

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When Darry finally found her cigerette’s she didn’t get a chance to light one before her sister’s arms were wrapped around her, hugging her tightly and she laughed rolling her eyes. "I thought you forgot about our girls night, I love you, you know that?" she said squeezing her harder and Dareean hugged her back. "Time to make ourselves look like total sluts" she exclaimed pointing towards the bathroom.

Dareean finally lit her cigarette once her sister had leg her goo, taking a drag off of it and immediately reliving her of that familiar itch for her addiction to nicotine. She took a drag off her cigarette blowing a cloud of smoke out in front of her.

“To answer your question, I did pay full price. It’s your birthday babe. I can afford to splurge a little.” She smiled at her little sister who was always beaming and she knew better. She wasn’t exactly what her sister did to keep herself sane but she knew full well they were too much alike and under her smile she was miserable. But, Dare never pressured her to tell her simply because she hated being pressured into talking. “Of course I remembered, your my baby sister, I’d never forget. It’s just getting a free day.” She sighed. “Why don’t you go get slutted up so we can get going.” She smirked taking another drag off her cigarette.

She headed to her room closing the door behind her as she slipped out of her clothes. She finally let the smile slip from her lisp she was utterly exhausted. Having sex with guy you weren’t attracted to was utterly tiring, all she wanted to do was get drunk and dance with her sister an forget for one night how fucked up her life really was. She took a hot shower, carefully to keep her long hip length hair dry, because it would probably take a good hour to dry.

Finally she stepped out of the shower and slipped into the dress she’d bought that was extremely reveling in all the right places and hugged her slim, toned body perfectly. She re-curled her long hair, in loose curls, before lining her deep blue eyes in thick wing tipped liner, making her eyes pop, painting her lips a deep shade of red, finally she slipped into her black heels. She looked herself over in the mirror hating that she looked like exactly what she was a high class hooker.

She sighed as she made her way back into the living room lighting another cigarette as she leaned against the counter. “Pandy, babe…let’s get a move on. Bite’s going to be swarming with people. I few want in we got to go now.” She called to her sister.

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Ezra took his time in the shower, washing the dried blood and smell of cheap perfume from his skin. He took the time in the shower to think and his thoughts were everywhere. Mostly he wished his father would step down and finally let him take control and Ez was honestly tempted to just kill him. He was so fucking frustrated talking to him like he was a kid. Hell he was older than most the other vampires in their coven. Everything about his father was frustrating especially Monroe, his expensive slut. The thought of her only brought him to the scent that always lingered on her, he knew it he just could place it and it drove him nuts.

Finally he shut the water off and stepped out of the shower drying off. He wrapped the towel around his waist before walking over to the mirror. He ran a hand across the mirror, making a clear spot in the fogged up mirror before jumping when he saw a girl behind him.

“Shit Elsa, what the hell are you doing here?” he spat. Elsa was part of their Coven, she was a newer vampire, who had taken a liking to Ezra not that he minded, but she was always showing up at the worst times.

“Thought you’d want a date for tonight?” she smirked walking up behind him, pressing her lips to his skin and moving them along his skin. “At least that’s what your mommy dearest said.” She smirked against his skin.

He simply ignored her advances. “My mom wants you to babysit me?” he scoffed. “No thanks Els, now get the fuck out of my room before I break your neck.” He spat not so much frustrated with her, but more with his parents. She knew better then to out stay her welcome and slipped out of the room quickly.

He slipped into his clothes he was always dressing nice when he went out. He finally checked his phone smirking when he saw the text from his cousin, but he didn’t bother to text back. He grabbed his keys and made his way out to his Benz, climbing in and peeling out of the drive way headed towards the club.

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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.

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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.

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