Darkness Chapter 7: The Club

**Nelly**

We strolled down to the foyer, and that's when I spotted her. I quickly broke free from Vincent's grasp and turned to Tara. "Tara!"

"Nelly!" she exclaimed as we embraced. It wasn't until I stepped back that I noticed her collar. She belonged to someone. But who?

Tara inquired, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, and you?" I responded.

Tara sighed, "I've been better. They dragged me out of the cell earlier this afternoon."

“Who?” If the guy has hurt her, I will kill him.

“Nelly, she is mine....” Alec starts to say.

I look at him, “Please don't hurt her. I promise I'll do whatever you want.”

Vincent leans down, “Oh, you will, my little pet. Whatever I want.”

Brandon yelled, "Tara! Nelly!" and we both rushed to embrace him. However, as I approached, I was suddenly halted by a small shock.

"Ahhh!!" I exclaimed.

Vincent clicked his tongue disapprovingly, "Pet, what did I tell you? Let me remind you... No other man is allowed to touch you."

Brandon growled, "Dammit! I'm her friend."

Alec smirks, “Yeah a friend who wants more, but obviously was too much of a pussy to get it.”

Brandon and I share a bond that goes beyond what others can comprehend. If we weren't constantly fighting for our lives, we would be inseparable.

"Why is he here?" I inquire, curious about Brandon's presence.

Vincent explains, "Extra protection. He would risk his life to keep you both safe from any threats."

I scoff, "Don't you have your own men for that?"

Vincent smirks, "I do, but why risk them when I can use one of yours against the Resistance?"

Tara interjects, "You are such an asshole!"

I start to retort, but a warning glance from Vincent stops me in my tracks. He flashes an evil smile and commands, "Let's go, we're running late and I despise tardiness." We all pile into the car. "When we're in public, keep your eyes down and only speak when spoken to."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, you already made that clear, you jackass."

Vincent's tone turns menacing, "Don't push me, or I'll have to shock you again, pet."

“My name is Nelly....not pet!!” I yell.

He pulls me out of my seat and has me straddle his lap. Fuck his eyes are damn mesmerizing. “You will do well to remember who I am, PET…” his voice drops low, “Or you will end up like your parents.”

“Bring it on. Take my collar off so we can have a fair fight. If I lose, I will behave. I win..well you're dead problem solved.” I threaten.

“We'll see how feisty you are later when you are on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he replies.

“I'd be careful. I was told you like biters. What if I accidentally bite your díck off?”

He smirks and leans in so only I can hear. “I was gonna go easy on you tonight, but I see you like it rough. I bet even muscle head back there couldn't make you scream like I will tonight.”

Shit! I am drenched. This man, whom I am supposed to hate and despise, is somehow arousing me more than I care to admit. His lips graze the same spot where he had bitten me earlier, sending shivers down my spine. My body is betraying me. Despite my efforts to conceal the extent of his influence over me, my body is practically giving him a roadmap of my desires. Damn it!

Vincent hums, “Hmmm...someone enjoyed that.”

“No, I'm just cold,” I retort. He chuckles softly against my neck, sending a spark all the way to my core. We finally arrived at the club. As we step out of the car and make our way inside, I can feel the eyes of others on me. I steal glances every now and then. Once inside, we are escorted to a VIP room. A waitress takes our order and exits, leaving us alone.

A man came over and sat next to Vincent. They got up, and he motioned for me to follow. Brandon got up to come when Alec had him sit down and stay with Tara. “You stay by my side, and can you at least pretend to look like you are enjoying yourself and not like I just killed your dog?” Vincent hisses.

I roll my eyes and plaster a big fake-ass smile on my face. “Is this better, baby?”

“Much.” He smirks at me as we go into another VIP room. I see a guy I know and wish I didn't.

Dylan says, “Vincent. Thanks for speaking with me. I have more intel....”

“You son of a bítch!” This fucker sold us out. I will kill him!

“Nelly. So it is true the vampire slayer is officially caught,” he snickers. I lunge at Dylan and punch him in the face. “What the hell, Vincent! I thought those things were supposed to control your pets.”

Vincent laughs. “They are programmed to protect my kind only. Otherwise, I have to manually shock her. However, I don't really like you all that much, so I wanted to see what she'd do.”

Dylan spits blood at my feet. I glare at him. “You traitor!!! You are nothing but a rat, you piece of shit. I will kill you.”

“Ooohhhh. How are you gonna do that? From the looks of it, you appear to be his pet. How's it feel to be fucked by those you've killed all these years? However, I would have expected you to not be walking by the way these guys talk about their dicks,” Dylan taunts.

“At least they have one. Your smurf dick couldn't fuck a Barbie Doll’s pussy if it had one,” I retort.

Vincent yells, “Fuck!” Before he starts laughing, as well as Alec. I find myself empowered by their amusement. I stand up in front of Dylan and slam my heel down on his dick and walk away from his screaming.

“You crazy bítch!” Dylan screams.