Lazarus

I walked into Lazarus' bar and I scanned the room and my eyes locked with his. A slow smile pulls at his lips. He was sitting at the back booth with four women draped around his. It was disgusting. One sitting in his lap like a fucking lap down waiting to be petted. The two blondes were whispering in his ear about having a foursome with them. The pretty brunette sat that with a collar around her neck with a leash attached. Lazarus would tug on the leash every so often to let her know who she belonged to.

I simply rolled my eyes and took a seat at the bar. I could feel the heat of his stare radiating through me. I put up my shield so he couldn't crawl into my mind and see any parts of my life. The bartender walked over to me. Her little fangs were on display. She gave me a beautiful smile and asked what I was having

"A bloody Mary with an extra shot of blood."

She winked and said, "oh you're a rebel aren't you."

She was bold for sure, "No darling I am not a rebel. I am complicated."

She bit down on her bottom lip and said'

"Maybe we can get to know each other when I get off from work."

I looked at her and give her a wink.

"Sorry Darlin, I am working and taken."

She shook her head and rushed over and started fixing my drink. I turned towards Lazarus and I crawled into his mind. He didn't have his walls up. He was an open fucking book. Every page I would turn made bile rise up in my throat. He showed me what he did to his victims. He would fuck them to the point of them passing out. He would put a branding mark on each one of them and slice their throats and bleed them dry. He titled his head and laughed.

"You sick pathetic coward! Lazarus, you know damn well you aren't leaving this bar tonight alive."

I flashed before pulling out my gun and held it to his face. My fangs elongated and my eyes glowed crimson red. I snarled in the beautiful blondes face, "Get the fuck out of here and yes Vampires do exist."

The four ladies began to scream, stumbling over one another and ran to the door. Lazarus sunk his long nails in my side, breaking a rib. I bit down on my lip holding back a scream. He dug in further and another one cracked. He chuckled,

"What's wrong Brianna. Did you bite off more than you could chew."

Well Lazarus it looks like I am the one that gets the last laugh, you asshole."

I pulled the trigger and the silver bullet went through his head. His body went limp and I pulled out my dagger and in one fluent motion I sliced through his neck and spine, his head rolled over to his bodyguards. I was coated in Lazarus blood and I proudly wore it like war paint. I roared out.

"Who the fuck is next?"