"The Ties That Bind" (A Vampire Story, closed to Jenn1982)

[MarieDavisRPs]

"The Ties That Bind"

(A Vampire Story, closed to Jenn1982)

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Manhattan, New York

The club was called Nightstalkers, which many people would have found a bit ominous to lead to their partaking of its offerings: cold drinks, hot and horny patrons, and -- in the rooms on the floors above which could be rented by the hour -- instant gratification for those who made a connection on the dance floor or in the dark corners of the club.

Evan Campbell hadn't come to New York for such hedonistic things; he'd come here for school. Evan had finished his associate's degree at a community college back home before getting a full ride scholarship to Columbia University. Being a quiet kid from a small rural town, he'd never had an interest in clubbing, let alone patronizing a place called Nightstalkers.

His new friends spent weeks trying to talk him Evan into going to the club. It was only after his new girlfriend Laura told him that dancing got her hot and just might finally lead to her opening her thighs to him did Evan say he was in. She took him shopping for proper night club clothes and off they and six others went on a beautiful Saturday night.

Something happened to Even there that night, and it wasn't seeing Laura get hot and bothered and -- in one of the rooms above them -- ripping both of their clothes off. He'd disappeared for a half an hour or so, and when he'd come back to them he'd seemed ... out of it somehow. No one had seen what had happened, and Evan offered no details.

But it would change him, and quickly Evan would become obsessed with the night club. He demanded that they go back the next Saturday, then the Friday and Saturday after that. Soon, he was going to the club on weeknights, sometimes alone; he would return to his dorm only as the sun was rising the mornings after.

And he'd never attempted to sleep with Laura, not that first night nor any night afterward. Laura had demanded answers to Evan's behavior; she initially believed that he was seeing another woman he'd met at Nightstalkers that night, then began thinking that he was seeing more than one. She broke up with him, which didn't seem to affect him in the least.

And then, two months after that first evening at Nightstalkers, Evan Campbell simply ... vanished.

He abandoned school, his dorm, his friends; calls to his cell went to voice mail, until finally the In Box was full and rejected new calls. People were, of course, very worried ... but none more so than his sister...

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris checked the time on her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her cup of coffee sat untouched in front of her, barely lukewarm at this point. Her brother’s ex-girlfriend, Laura, had agreed to meet her at this cafe at 5:30 but it was just past 6 and so far the woman hadn’t shown up. She had tried calling her twice and already sent four texts asking where she was. In any other situation she would’ve given up but she had to talk to this chick. So far she had only been able to track down a couple of Evan’s friends and they didn’t seem to have any idea where Evan could be. The only direction they’d been able to point her in was Evan’s ex. If this didn’t pan out Iris had no idea where she’d be able to get any clues on where Evan might be.

“Are you Iris?”

Iris had been wrapped up in worrying about what she’d do if Laura didn’t show she hadn’t even noticed the woman walk up to the table.

“Yes! You must be Laura right? Please sit down, do you want a coffee or anything?”

The urgency Iris felt came through in how she rushed through the words.

“Uh no, I’m fine, thanks. You said you wanted to talk to me about your brother but I broke up with Evan like 3 months ago and haven’t talked to him since.”

“I know, I mean, that’s what his friends said but they said he was spending the most time with you and that you might have some idea why he disappeared or where he might have gone,” Iris said hopefully.

“Pff, is that what they said, that he was hanging out with me all the time? Yeah maybe when we first started dating but within a month or so he was spending most of his time at Nightstalkers, without me. That’s why I broke up with him.”

Iris could tell that Laura was still pretty bitter about the whole thing and was probably ready to quit talking about it.

“Oh, I think one of his friends said something about some club but he wasn’t sure about the name. Do you know who Evan was going with once he stopped going with you? I know you have other things to do but I’m desperate, I have no idea where Evan could’ve gone and I’m just so worried.”

Laura glanced at the woman and could see the anguish written all over her face.

“Look, I really wish I could help more but I don’t know who he was going with. He just started going there all the time and would go alone since I didn’t want to go there practically every night. I confronted him about it but he said he wasn’t going with anyone, he just liked to go let off steam there but I knew that was bullshit. Who goes to a club everynight, usually until 4 or 5 in the morning just to hang out by themselves.”

Iris sighed, feeling like she was going to start crying any second as her last real chance at getting information about Evan seemed to evaporate.

“Okay, thanks, for talking to me and stuff, I know you’re busy. Before you go though, do you have the address for the club, at the very least I can go ask the bartender or someone if they have seen or heard from Evan.”

“That club is always packed, I doubt they would remember a specific person but who knows, maybe. I’ll text you the address. Good luck, I really hope you’re able to find him. He used to talk about you a lot, I know you guys were…are close.”

Iris smiled and thanked the woman again. After Laura left Iris took a few half-hearted sips of her coffee before throwing it out and heading back to the hotel she was staying at. True to her word Laura had texted her the address of the club and Iris pulled it up on her phone. She warmed up a slice of the pizza she’d ordered the night before in the microwave and ate it as she looked through the clothes she’d brought. She hadn’t brought a big variety of outfits since her mind had been on finding Evan, not worrying what she might wear. Still she found a dress that looked like it wouldn’t be wildly out of place at a nightclub…just pretty out of place. She put on some makeup and got dressed. She ordered an uber and 30 minutes later she was standing outside the club.

It did look like a club but it was also had…kind of a menacing aura about it. It was not even 8 yet so there wasn’t a big line or anything so luckily Iris didn’t have to wait in some line forever. Once she’d shown her ID and paid the cover charge she headed inside, the music growing louder as she walked further inside. There were a few people scattered around at the tables and booths on the outskirts of the dancefloor and more people actually out dancing. She glanced at them for a moment before walking up to the bar.

The bartender was a tall, muscular guy who definitely had a menacing vibe about him. He didn’t seem like he’d be eager to answer a bunch of questions about a guy who had been coming around, at least not right off the bat. She gave him a tentative smile and ordered the only drink she could think of for some reason, a rum and coke. He grunted in what she assumed was acknowledgement and went about getting her drink.

“You want to set up a tab or what,” he asked gruffly.

“Uh yeah, that would be great. Hey, I also wanted to see if you recognized this guy,” she said showing him a picture of Evan on her phone.

“He’s my brother…I haven’t heard from him in a while and I’m getting worried. I heard he was coming here…a lot.”

The guy gave her a look that was not entirely…or even kind of…friendly before glancing at the picture.

“I don’t know the guy.”

“Are you sure? I have other pictures that might be better…” she trailed off as the man glared at her.

“It’s just really important that I find him…is there anyone else here that might have seen him?”

The guy didn’t answer for a few moments and Iris was starting to think he wasn’t going to when he finally spoke.

“Maybe one of the waitresses or something, they’re not here yet, they come in at 9. I guess you can wait and ask them…as long as you’re ordering and not just sitting here taking up space.”

“Of course, I’ll definitely order another drink as soon as I’m done with this one. Thanks, really!”

Iris smiled as she felt a little bit of hope blossom inside her.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

9pm sharp:

Precisely as the bartender had said, the waitresses -- 4 of them for now with an additional 4 arriving on the hour, every hour, until midnight to handle the growing crowd -- emerged from a back hallway, empty trays in hand as they headed toward their area of responsibility. They all had a very sexy, very Goth vibe to their uniform, hair, and makeup; each of them was unique in her own individual look, though.

As the first of them reached the waitress's station at the end of the bar to deliver her order, the bartender pointed toward Iris. The waitress studied the missing man's sister as the man filled her multi-drink order. When he was finished, she gave Iris a last look before disappearing into the rapidly growing crowd of patrons.

Five minutes later, the waitress was suddenly standing almost intimately close to Iris, saying, "You're looking for Evan, right...? Evan Campbell?"

She listed to Iris's response, studied her a moment, then said, "I'm Rose. Yeah ... I remember your brother."

A random patron interrupted her, asking for a drink. Rose snapped, "I'm talking here, asshole! Someone'll get to you soon enough if you sit your ass down in a chair."

The man raised his hands in a surrender gesture and backed away. Rose looked back to Iris, studying her a moment, then said with a tone of sincere concern, "Maybe ... maybe you should just ... you know ... let your brother be. I mean ... you seem like a nice lady ... and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, too."

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris sipped her drink as the minutes ticked by. By 8:30 the bartender was starting to give her glares in between serving drinks and she finished the rest of her drink in one big swallow before signalling him for another, hoping that would appease him. Evidently it did because once he’d served her second drink he barely glanced at her.

The waitresses showed up at 9 and Iris had to force herself to stay in her seat and let them get settled in before bothering them. They were all very pretty and their uniforms were sexy but not what Iris typically saw at clubs, at least not the ones she went to. She saw one of them talking to the bartender and he pointed in her direction. Iris sat up straighter but was disappointed when the woman took her tray of drinks and went back in the crowd. The club was only getting busier and Iris wanted to try to talk to the waitresses before the place was too packed for them to have time to talk to her.

"You're looking for Evan, right...? Evan Campbell?"

Startled, Iris turned to her left and saw the waitress from earlier standing right next to her.

“Yes, Evan Campbell…I’m his sister, Iris.”

"I'm Rose. Yeah ... I remember your brother."

Before Iris could respond some guy started trying to get the waitress to take his drink order but Rose quickly shut him down with a firm reprimand that shut him up. She turned back to Iris with an appraising look.

"Maybe ... maybe you should just ... you know ... let your brother be. I mean ... you seem like a nice lady ... and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, too."

“Wait…what do you mean, do you know what happened to Evan? I can’t just drop it, I have to find him. It’s just me and him, our parents died a few years ago. Please, tell me whatever you know, I’m begging.”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“Wait…what do you mean, do you know what happened to Evan?" Iris asked. "I can’t just drop it, I have to find him."

Rose understood the other woman's concern; she, too, had lost a family member to the Nightstalkers. But, after being offered what in the Mob Movies they called an offer she couldn't refuse, she'd done what she was advising Iris to do.

"It’s just me and him," the woman continued. "Our parents died a few years ago. Please, tell me whatever you know, I’m begging.”

Iris looked around and caught not one, not two, but three pairs of eyes set upon her. She leaned in closer, saying, "We can't talk here. There's a coffee shop three blocks down on the other side of 14th. Meet me there tomorrow at ... let's call it two. I'll tell you what I know."

She checked around again, then warned, "Take your time finishing your drink, so no one thinks you left 'cause we talked ... then leave ... and don't come back ... ever!"

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris wasn’t sure if her words were getting through to Rose or not. After Iris finished her plea she watched Rose look around nervously which made Iris feel like she should be looking around though she wouldn’t know what she’d be looking for.

"We can't talk here. There's a coffee shop three blocks down on the other side of 14th. Meet me there tomorrow at ... let's call it two. I'll tell you what I know."

Iris almost hugged the woman when she agreed to help her. She couldn’t keep a big smile off her face though.

"Take your time finishing your drink, so no one thinks you left 'cause we talked ... then leave ... and don't come back ... ever!”

“Of course, I’ll stay and finish my drink. Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Iris sipped her drink, feeling happier and more hopeful than she had in weeks. Once she finished she signed her receipt and left a tip for the bartender before heading back to the hotel.

Iris woke up feeling refreshed and optimistic. It helped that she had gotten a full night of sound sleep. All the worry since Evan had gone missing had made it hard to sleep and before last night she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept all night without waking up in cold sweats or with the remnants of a nightmare still clinging to her.

She still had a few hours before she had to go meet Rose so she had a leisurely breakfast and got ready. Before she left she got out her laptop and added the information about the club to the notes she had about Evan’s disappearance.

Iris got there a few minutes early and ordered a coffee and a pastry before grabbing a table in the corner. She nibbled the pastry she’d ordered as she waited for Rose to show up.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Brew-no's Coffee"

2pm

The Rose of the night before wasn't the Rose who plopped down in the chair across the table from Iris, saying, "Hey, thanks for meeting me here."

She paused, smiled, and made a gesture with her fingers as if to say ta-da! "Yeah, a little different, I know. Nightstalkers' dress code for the waitresses ... well, you saw it."

Rose flagged a barista, who nodded; being a regular here, the server already knew the patron's order of a 6 shot, whole milk, vanilla latte. Looking back to Iris, Rose continued, "Hardest part is the orange contacts. I never wore contacts at all, let alone oversized ones in fucking orange."

She studied Iris a moment, then jumped right into it: "Your brother fell in with a ... well ... it's sort of a cult. They operate out of Nightstalkers. They recruit new members from the club ... young, good looking ... energetic."

The barista arrived with the drink, saying she'd put it on the tab. Rose thanked her, looked back to Iris, and said very bluntly, "They have your brother ... sorry."

 

[Jenn1982]

When a woman sat down in the chair across from Iris she almost told the woman the seat was taken. Before she could open her mouth the woman spoke.

"Hey, thanks for meeting me here."

Iris was sure her jaw must have dropped in surprise as she recognized the voice as Rose’s. She looked nothing like the woman Iris had met last night and she would have walked right past her on the street without even realizing it was Rose.

"Yeah, a little different, I know. Nightstalkers' dress code for the waitresses ... well, you saw it."

Iris continued to study the woman as she signaled a waitress to order. The more she stared the more she could see tiny resemblances between this woman and the Rose from the night before.

"Hardest part is the orange contacts. I never wore contacts at all, let alone oversized ones in fucking orange."

Iris could only imagine, she could barely make herself use eye drops and the thought of having to put in contacts sounded like a nightmare. Rose’s face grew more serious as she spoke again.

"Your brother fell in with a ... well ... it's sort of a cult. They operate out of Nightstalkers. They recruit new members from the club ... young, good looking ... energetic."

Iris’ heart dropped at the words. She didn’t know a ton about cults but one of the things she did know was that they were incredibly enticing by design and once they had their claws in someone it was nearly impossible to get them out. The waitress came with Rose’s drink before Iris could say anything. Rose thanked her as Iris gave the waitress a small smile instinctively.

"They have your brother ... sorry.”

“I…I don’t understand. How are they able to run some cult out of a nightclub? Hasn’t anyone gone to the police? Why would they even want to recruit Evan, it’s not like he has a lot of money or anything, he’s just a college student.”

She couldn’t understand how any of this was happening. The only thing she knew for sure was that she had to get Evan out of there. She was sure if she could just see him, talk to him he would leave and go home with her.

“Do the people in the cult live at the club or somewhere else?”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“I…I don’t understand" Iris said. "How are they able to run some cult out of a nightclub?"

Rose hesitated to tell the woman everything she knew about Nightstalkers. It was worse than Iris could imagine; the cult didn't just recruit from the club, they owned it an, as well as the 3 floors of rooms above it where so much of the recruiting occurred.

"Hasn’t anyone gone to the police?" Iris inquired.

Rose chuckled. "No ... no, these aren't the kind of people you report to the police. You take your life in your hands."

"Why would they even want to recruit Evan," Iris questioned. "It’s not like he has a lot of money or anything, he’s just a college student.”

"They're not after ransom," Rose said, trying to be reassuring. But then she thought to herself, Maybe, it would be better if they were.

Rose was conflicted about what to tell Iris about both her brother and those who had him. She didn't know really know Iris, and they certainly weren't friends, although, Rose thought they probably could be over time. Actually, Rose -- who'd always thought of herself as plain and ordinary, thus her desire to become the Rose Iris had first met -- thought that Iris was the most beautiful woman she'd ever met; sitting here now, she found it hard not to ask the other redhead to come home for her to finish their conversation, as well as a bottle of wine before retiring to her bed.

Rose would normally never put herself -- her job or her life -- at risk for a stranger,

why should she put herself at risk for a stranger? But then again, she knew what Iris was going through first hand, and she hated to see anyone else go through that. But those incredible green eyes and that face full of freckles -- Rose loved freckles -- had her thinking Maybe I should do more ... take a risk...

Iris asked, “Do the people in the cult live at the club or somewhere else?”

"Sort of," Rose answered vaguely. She paused while some people walked by, then leaned in closer to speak barely above a whisper, "Okay, I'm ... I'm going to tell you something that ... oh crap ... you're going to think I'm crazy, Iris. I mean it ... looney tunes."

She paused for more passersby, then said with the most serious tone she could muster, "The people who have your brother ... they're vampires!"

Rose sat back in her chair again, looking into Iris's eyes with the most serious and sincere expression she could muster. If the other woman asked if she was serious, she'd nod; if Iris asked if she was nuts, she would shake her head; and if she stood and left in disbelief, disappointment, or disgust ... well, Rose would simply be crushed ... and take after to her to explain -- Iris had to know the truth, whether it sounded insane or not!

 

[Jenn1982]

"Sort of. Okay, I'm ... I'm going to tell you something that ... oh crap ... you're going to think I'm crazy, Iris. I mean it ... looney tunes."

Iris almost pointed out that this whole conversation so far had been crazy, at least to Iris. She had never expected to have any run-ins with a cult, let alone one that had recruited her brother and apparently others at a popular nightclub and was powerful enough to not have to worry about people going to the police. She looked at Rose wondering what could seem more crazy than what they’d already discussed.

"The people who have your brother ... they're vampires!"

It took a few moments for her brain to even process the words and once it had she nearly laughed out loud. The deadly serious look on Rose’s face stopped her though. It was clear that Rose was either the world’s best actress or she absolutely believed what she had just said. Iris wasn’t totally sure which she preferred. If Rose was just making this up then anything else she had said was up for debate and Iris might as well start back at square one. If Rose actually believed the people in this cult were vampires then she was mentally unstable. There was a third option though, one that needled in a far back corner of her mind. Rose might be telling the truth, not just her own crazy idea of the truth but the actual truth.

Iris couldn’t quite make herself believe the third option was possible, even though Rose clearly seemed to believe it and had been one of the few people so far willing to help Iris. The idea of vampires being real and having taken her brother…it was just a step too far for Iris to accept.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Rose. Look, I really, truly appreciate all your help. You’ve been so kind and I am forever grateful. I just need to go and try to think about all of this.”

Iris pulled some cash out of her purse and left it on the table for the waitress. She gave Rose a genuine smile as she got up.

“I appreciate you taking your time to talk to me. I hope you have a good rest of your day. Thank you again.”

She headed out of the coffee shop trying not to look like she was rushing to get away before the other woman could say anything else. Iris did still believe the part about her brother having been recruited into this cult and that it was probably somehow related to the club since that was where Evan had been spending most of his time before he disappeared. She would just have to go back to the club. Maybe she could find a regular who recognized Evan or some other employee. Maybe she would even eventually run into Evan, maybe these recruits still went to the club sometimes.

She stopped on the sidewalk half a block away from the coffee shop to look up nearby clothing stores on her phone. She wanted to try to find some outfits that would look more like something you’d wear to a club than what she had, especially if she was going to have to go there more than once or twice.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Rose saw the doubt in Iris's face and didn't blame her. Vampires...? Really...? In a Manhattan's dance club? Actually, if there were such a thing as vampires, Rose would have expected to find them in NYC. She'd lived in the City all her life, and anything that could be found in the state, country, or even the world could be found somewhere in the Five Burroughs.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Rose," Iris finally said. She thanked the other redhead for her help, saying, "I just need to go and try to think about all of this.”

'No, I ... I understand," Rose responded. "It's ... it's a lot."

As Iris stood to leave, Rose almost told her You know where to find me if you need to talk more. She didn't, though; honestly, despite being very attracted to the startling beauty, Rose hoped she'd never see Iris again, for the latter's benefit. Little could she know that Iris would be at the club again that night looking for her brother or someone who could point her in the right direction to find Evan.



That night, at 9pm sharp

As opposed to the night before, the sudden influx of waitresses didn't include Goth Rose; the young woman had eaten something bad for lunch and spent the early evening bent over the porcelain throne.

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris picked out a couple of different outfits that looked like they would fit in at a nightclub better than what she had. She stopped at a grocery store on the way back and got some food. Once she got back she ate one of the prepackaged sandwiches she’d gotten and then took a quick shower. An hour later she was in one of her new dresses and had her curls as tame as they were going to get. She checked her makeup in the mirror one last time before heading out the door and to the club.

Iris arrived at the club a few minutes after 9:00 and once she was inside she looked around for Rose. After a few minutes of searching she realized that as of now Rose wasn’t there. Maybe she was on a later shift tonight…Iris wished she would’ve asked if she was working tonight when they were talking earlier…before the vampire stuff came up. The thought of vampires sent an involuntary shiver up her spine in spite of the fact that she didn’t believe in that kind of thing. She pushed the thought away and headed to the bar.

It was the same bartender but he either didn’t remember her or just didn’t care enough to show any recognition. She felt more “prepared” this visit and so when he asked what she wanted to drink she actually ordered a long island ice tea which was a drink she actually liked. She was a little nervous about asking around about her brother now that she knew about the cult so she just people watched until she’d finished her drink, figuring a little liquid courage wouldn’t hurt.

The bartender seemed to notice as soon as she’d taken the last sip and was there asking if she wanted another drink. She ordered another not wanting to look out of place though she was already feeling a little buzzed. She figured she could just take a few sips here and there while she asked about Evan, that way she wouldn’t get too tipsy.

When one of the waitresses came up to get a drink order for one of her tables Iris asked her about Evan. The woman gave the picture a cursory glance before shaking her head no. The encounter with the next waitress went almost exactly the same and Iris was losing hope. A part of her just wanted to give up and leave but she knew she couldn’t do that, not when Evan needed her, whether he knew it or not. She took another sip of her drink and waited for one of the other waitresses to come up to the bar.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers Dance Club, about 11pm:

From the moment that Iris Campbell had entered the club, Delilah had been watching her. The night before, the bartender had overheard Rose and the patron talking about one Evan Campbell, and -- knowing that that was a name for which he was supposed to pay attention -- he'd reported the discussion to Delilah even before Iris had departed.

Delilah was currently in the club's office, located on the third floor, high above the open dance floor. Standing behind the one-way mirrors, she's been watching Iris nursing her second drink for quite some time now. When yet another waitress was questioned about Evan, Delilah knew she had to intervene.

She used the private elevator to descend to the mezzanine level, stepping out to the top of the 5-step tall stairs that descended to the dance floor. Delilah's appearance caused a stir amongst the patrons: those who were already familiar with her were overjoyed to see her; those who'd never seen her before were startled, amazed, intrigued, or even immediately infatuated with her.

Her entire appearance screamed slutty goth vampire dominatrix. Everything she wore was black, with the exception of the colorful stones in the six rings that graced her fingers and the gold pendant that hung around her neck. One might have thought that -- like Rose -- Delilah was also wearing gold-tinted contacts, but they would have been wrong; the bright gold in her eyes had been that way naturally since she had become the unnatural being that she was today.

She wore a lacy dress that reached to the floor on her right side but then rose high on her left hip as to reveal without a doubt that she was either wearing a thong or going without underwear altogether. The high slit on the left also revealed the garter belts and lacy stockings, the latter hidden mostly by high-heeled, leather, laced boots that reached almost to her mid-thigh.

A lacy, boned corset accented her narrow waist and helped boost her generous, C-cup breasts, and topping the outfit off was a hooded cape that trailed behind her a couple of feet, making patrons about her cautious as to not step on it and incur her wrath. The dominatrix portion of the description that some used for Delilah came from the belt she wore around her waist; slipped into it, normally but not always out of sight, was a riding crop that rumor stated she'd used on several occasions upon patrons who'd angered her ... or delighted her ... or both.

As Delilah descended to the dance floor, the crowd parted for her as did the Red Sea for Moses. She passed through unhurriedly, occasionally making eye contact with patrons, sometimes smiling, and -- when she felt they deserved the pleasure -- parting her lips, baring her fangs, and even hissing at them softly.

Eventually, she'd covered the floor and stepped up close to yet-unaware-of-her Iris, who was still searching the crowd for Evan or someone from whom she could get more information about him. When Iris did turn and find Delilah, the latter smiled -- her fangs hidden -- and said with perfect English accented with an Eastern European kick, "I hear that you are looking for Evan Campbell."

She extended a hand that featured modestly long but point-sharpened nails, saying, "My name is Delilah. Welcome to Nightstalkers." Then, smiling such that Iris just might see her teeth enough to notice the exceptionally long and very sharp canines, added with a suggestive tone, "Where anything can happen ... if you simply wish it to be."

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris was definitely losing hope as another waitress said they didn’t recognize the picture or the name. Even though she didn’t want to, she was starting to think maybe she should head back to the hotel for the night and try again tomorrow. She decided to finish her drink and then head out. The club had gotten a lot more crowded by this time and she searched the crowd for her brother’s face, just in case. She had found herself looking for Rose as well, hoping she’d see her but she must have had the night off.

"I hear that you are looking for Evan Campbell."

Iris turned towards the voice, eager to confirm she was looking for Evan Campbell. When her gaze actually landed on the woman whose voice it was Iris found herself speechless. She had thought the uniforms the waitresses wore were provocative but this woman’s outfit put the uniforms to shame. The dress she had on was long but the slit on one side was so high up that Iris worried the woman would flash anyone looking if she took too big of a step. The whole outfit, from the boots to the cape, was flawless and only accentuated the woman’s beauty. Even though Iris had only dated guys she had a hard time pulling her eyes away from the woman’s large breasts that looked as if they might spill over the corset at any moment.

"My name is Delilah. Welcome to Nightstalkers. Where anything can happen ... if you simply wish it to be.”

The woman held out her hand and Iris felt as if she’d been in a trance that was only now coming out of. She reached out and shook the woman’s hand. Iris realized the woman looked like your stereotypical idea of what a vampire would look like. Maybe all the staff at this place were crazy or just really, really into vampires. Iris couldn’t help but get an ominous vibe from the woman.

“It’s nice to meet you, Delilah. My name is Iris…I’m Evan’s sister. That’s why I’m here, I heard that he was coming here almost every night shortly before he disappeared,” she said as she pulled out her phone and showed Delilah the picture of Evan, “Do you recognize him?”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalker's dance club, after 11pm:

Delilah caught the way her appearance seemed to overwhelm Iris. As she offered her hand, Delilah looked Iris up and down, smiling wider; the woman was stunning, absolutely perfect in every way, and Delilah had already decided that Iris had to become one of hers, as had Evan Campbell.

“It’s nice to meet you, Delilah," the redhead said as she took the raven-haired woman's hand. "My name is Iris…I’m Evan’s sister."

Iris loosened her grip on Delilah's hand, but the latter maintained a gentle but certain hold on her. The temperature difference in their body temperatures was significant, which didn't surprise Delilah, of course; she typically ran about 5 degrees colder than the average person. Many people noticed the diff' right away, but Iris, of course, had other things on her mind.

"That’s why I’m here," the worried sister continued. "I heard that he was coming here almost every night shortly before he disappeared.”

After Delilah finally released her hold on the other woman's hand, Iris pulled out her phone and showed the picture of Evan, asking, “Do you recognize him?”

Without looking to the phone, Delilah smiled again, saying, "Yes, I am very familiar with Evan Campbell." With a sincere tone, she added, "He is a dear friend."

She looked to the bartender as the man slipped a folded piece of paper to her, then looked back to Iris as she said, "But I am afraid that you have been misinformed. Evan has not disappeared. We know exactly where he is."

She took a moment to read the note...

 

[Jenn1982]

The other woman didn’t even look at the picture before answering.

"Yes, I am very familiar with Evan Campbell. He is a dear friend."

Iris felt her heart leap at the woman’s words. Finally someone else from this club that might have more information about where Evan had disappeared to or why. The bartender came over to where they were and slid a piece of paper to Delilah without a word. Iris started to worry that the woman was being called away for something. She clearly seemed like she worked here and likely in a higher up position, like manager. She was worried she wouldn’t get to ask her all the questions she needed to ask. Delilah met her gaze again and Iris was sure she was about to tell her that she had to go.

"But I am afraid that you have been misinformed. Evan has not disappeared. We know exactly where he is."

Iris looked at the woman in utter shock. She had hoped to hear a lot of things but this had not even been in the realm of possibility as far as she was concerned. It took her a few moments to even be able to say anything at all but Delilah didn’t seem to mind as she had unfolded the note and begun reading it.

“You know where Evan is…like right now? And he’s okay??? But why did he stop going to school and stop talking to everyone?”

Iris realized that in her excitement she had asked a number of rapid fire questions.

“Sorry, I’m just so relieved he’s okay. Can I please see him?”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“You know where Evan is…like right now?"

Delilah smiled, the gesture seemingly harmless and friendly. "Of course."

"And he’s okay???" Iris asked excitedly.

Delilah chuckled, answering, "Of course he is. He is happy, healthy ... enjoying life."

Iris continued her inquiry, "But why did he stop going to school and stop talking to everyone?”

Delilah was contemplating her answer as the other woman tossed out, “Sorry, I’m just so relieved he’s okay. Can I please see him?”

"No need to apologize, sweetie," Delilah said with a sweet tone that sounded almost motherly, particular combined with the pet name. "I can understand your concern, particularly after hearing that Evan had neglected to keep in touch with his family ... with you. I was unaware that he had done this."

That, of course, was a lie. Delilah had told Evan that he would lose what she had provided him if he was to contact anyone from his previous existence.

"Regarding Evan leaving school," Delilah continued, "I am ignorant of his reasons." Another lie. "Perhaps you should ask him yourself when you see him."

Delilah saw the hope in Iris's reaction, smiled, and confirmed, "Yes, absolutely, I will take you to your brother."

She signaled to someone, then continued, "Unfortunately, that will not happen today. Evan is ... on assignment at the moment ... doing me a favor. I do not anticipate his return for two, maybe three days."

The person to whom she had gestured -- a sexy, exotic, erotic blond in black and lace similar to though not nearly as dramatic as Delilah -- stepped up close. She nodded her head respectfully and asked with a subservient tone, "What do you wish of me, Mistress?"

"This is Iris," Delilah told the woman, who was looking the club's patron up and down with a hungry expression. Delilah continued, "Please take her to the Penthouse. Get her anything she needs. Make her comfortable ... very comfortable."

Delilah looked to Iris, asking the question for which she should have already gotten an answer, "That is ... if you are able to stick around while we await your brother's return, Iris."

 

[Jenn1982]

"No need to apologize, sweetie. I can understand your concern, particularly after hearing that Evan had neglected to keep in touch with his family ... with you. I was unaware that he had done this."

Iris couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s caring tone.

"Yes, absolutely, I will take you to your brother. Unfortunately, that will not happen today. Evan is ... on assignment at the moment ... doing me a favor. I do not anticipate his return for two, maybe three days."

Iris couldn’t even be disappointed. Yes she had to wait a few days to see her brother but she had found him and he was safe. That was all that really mattered. A woman had walked up while Iris had rejoiced in her head. She was in a similar sexy, gothic outfit and just as beautiful as all the other female staff.

"What do you wish of me, Mistress?”

Iris raised an eyebrow at the title but kept her mouth shut.

"This is Iris. Please take her to the Penthouse. Get her anything she needs. Make her comfortable ... very comfortable."

Iris was more than a little surprised at this. Delilah had said Evan wouldn't be back for at least 2 days. She also hadn't realized the upper levels of the club had living quarters. She'd just assumed it was offices and storage or something.

"That is ... if you are able to stick around while we await your brother's return, Iris.”

She was a little hesitant to accept. She didn't know this woman and the offer was too generous. Still…she wanted to see Evan as soon as he got back and if she was here Delilah would know exactly where to find her when he did.

“Actually that would be great, if you're sure it's no trouble. I was staying at a hotel downtown but I can just go by in the morning to grab a few things for here.”

“I truly can't thank you enough for letting me know about Evan,” she said, giving Delilah a warm, genuine smile.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers

“Actually, that would be great," Iris said, "if you're sure it's no trouble."

"It is no trouble at all, sweetie," Delilah said with a smile.

Iris spoke about her hotel, to which Delilah said, "We'll help you with that."

“I truly can't thank you enough for letting me know about Evan,” the man's sister said.

"Of course, my pleasure," Delilah said. She looked to the third woman, saying only, "Fiona..."

The blonde looked to Iris expectantly, then headed off toward the elevators.

 

[Jenn1982]

"Of course, my pleasure. Fiona..."

The other woman glanced at Iris and then started walking towards the back of the club. Iris gave Delilah one more smile and then followed the other woman, whose name she assumed was Fiona. They reached an elevator and Iris walked in after Fiona, watching as she hit the button for the top floor.

“It’s nice to meet you…Fiona, right? Do you work here?”

Iris winced at the obvious and awkward small talk but she couldn’t help it. She found the outfits the staff wore at this club made her feel a little intimidated. They all looked like sexy dominatrixes…or at least what Iris imagined a dominatrix would look like, clothing wise.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers, heading upstairs to Delilah's condo

“It’s nice to meet you…Fiona, right?"

"Yes, Fiona," the woman said.

Iris asked, "Do you work here?"

"In a sense," Fiona answered without further details. She looked to Iris, then looked her up and down with a conspicuous and somewhat hungry expression. "I do what my Mistress asks of me..."

And turning to face Iris, closing the distance until their bosoms were nearly touching, Fiona practically purred, "My Mistress told me to make you comfortable ... very comfortable. Have you any ideas on how I could accomplish that?"

At that moment, the bell rang, and the elevator doors opened.

 

[Jenn1982]

"In a sense. I do what my Mistress asks of me..."

The woman’s gaze traveled over Iris’ whole body and it was intense enough that Iris couldn’t help but blush. Fiona turned and began moving towards Iris and if she hadn’t been pressed against the wall of the elevator already she would’ve taken a step back. She stopped just short of touching Iris and Iris could feel her breath as she spoke.

"My Mistress told me to make you comfortable ... very comfortable. Have you any ideas on how I could accomplish that?"

Iris was about to awkwardly stumble through some comment about how she had already done enough and Iris would be just fine, thanks but as she opened her mouth to speak those were not the words that came out.

“It has been a very stressful few weeks and it’d be really nice to be able to just unwind and relax. Do you think that’s something you could help me with?”

Iris had no idea why she had said something like that, it was so not what she would normally say, especially to someone she had literally met in the last five minutes. She wasn’t sure what had come over her but it was like she just blurted it out without any thought. She was dying of embarrassment and just wanted to disappear.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers, in the elevator to Delilah's penthouse condo

Fiona took the other woman's response as an invitation -- whether it had been one or not -- and pressed her body into Iris's.

"I can," she whispered to Iris's question as to whether Fiona could help her relax and unwind, immediately pressing her mouth to Iris's in what she would attempt to turn into a hot, wet, erotic French kiss while, down below, her hands found Iris's waist and pulled their groins together.

 

[Jenn1982]

Whatever embarrassment Iris was feeling took a backseat when Fiona pushed her body against Iris. She was clearly not offended by Iris’ suggestive statement.

"I can.”

As soon as the words left her mouth Fiona pressed her lips against Iris’ lips and Iris felt her hands grip her waist pulling her closer. Iris couldn’t help but moan against Fiona’s lips and after a moment she began kissing Fiona back. She brought one hand up to the side of Fiona’s neck and ran her fingers along the woman’s soft skin.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers, in the elevator to Delilah's penthouse condo

Fiona was delighted when Iris joined the kiss.

Iris moaned, which caused Fiona to giggle. The latter thought she detected a combination of hesitation and relief in the former, as if Iris had never done this with another woman but had wished to one day. Or, for all Fiona knew, Iris was gay as hell but not used to being seduced in an elevator by a woman she'd just met.

Fiona knew the best way to determine the truth; she grasped the lower hemline of Iris's dress and began pulling it up her hips toward her waist. If Iris did nothing to stop her, Fiona would drop to her knees, pull Iris's panties down -- dealing with any sort of garter belt, too -- and press her mouth to Iris's pussy, going to work with a very skilled tongue.