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She thought she'd been loosening the woman up as she'd seen the smile creep over her face. However as her lips touched the woman's stomach - the reaction was completely different to what she'd been expecting. She was pushed back from her knees and fell backwards, landing on her *** in a sprawl on the floor. It was less than elegant, especially seeing as how she was naked. She'd been about to come back with a snappy retort as the woman had the audacity to offer her a job. She managed to let out a laugh as the door flew open and a man stood there, just about filling the frame.

CC's eyebrow rose in curiosity, the other one joining it as Pru almost flew across the room to him, leaping over CC as she went. She listened in as Pru spoke to the man, telling him a load of lies and she let out another chuckle. Standing herself up, she dusted down her skin and picked off a couple of bits of fluff before regarding the couple in the door and calling over to them.

"I never agreed to work for you - it was never discussed. If you want him to join the party, then it will be more than the usual cost."

Then she looked him over again more closely and sighed.

"In fact, more than it usually is for a threesome for that one!"

She turned around, her back to them, and headed for the music - just taking it as read that that's why he was there and how the night was going to go. Therefore she needed to make her preparations to give them the night she was known for and what had made Silks so successful.

She grit her teeth together as she was called a stupid ***** and tried to keep herself calm, afterall - she still thought there was some money to come at the end of this. She was about to turn around and ask the woman what it was she actually wanted when she felt the fingers in her hair. Her first thought was that it was a caress, but when they tightened and suddenly pushed forwards she realised she was about to headbutt the table. Her reactions kicked in and she tried to twist aside. She felt some of the hairs rip from her head before the side of it slammed into the table - it was better than her nose and the flat of her face, but it certainly wasn't the most ideal of circumstances.

Her foor kicked out, hard and flat, aiming for the woman's knee to try and snap it as she pushed herself off the table and then tumbled to the ground - crawling away from the woman. Her head was ringing and the entire room was spinning, she couldn't focus on anything and her hands came upto hold her head as she tried to catch her breath. When the woman had forced her forwards and down into the table, her stomach had made contact and the wind had been knocked out of her too.

Her eyes tried to focus and look for the woman, to see what she was doing. Meanwhile, her lungs gasped for air and tried to speak, tried to call for the bouncers to come and help her. She needed them to come and save her from the latest nutjob she'd found herself with.

"Bruce....... Phil...... BRUCE!"

She managed to push herself to her feet and stand there, leaning against the wall, staring at the woman who'd just stuck the chair under the door. She listened and snorted at her, shaking her head.

"Why the **** would I want to work for you when I run my own business. THIS business. Working for someone is simply a step backwards, not forwards."

She heard the doorknob rattle and was about to call out to tell them to come in and get the idiot out, when the woman flashed her fangs, letting them catch in the light. She stared a little and then burst out laughing, shaking her head.

"Oh good ******* GOD! You're one of those!! A fricking Twilight freak who's decided she's a vampire."

Still laughing she managed to push herself off the wall and walked over to the woman, to look her straight in the eye with a really derogatory look, and when she spoke, it was so condescending. She flicked a switch on the wall and the lights came on, ruining the normal 'mood' of the room and looked at the woman much more closely.

"Sorry, not twilight. You seen to be styling yourself on True Blood with the accent and the look. There is a bit of a similarity between you and that over emotional crazy one. Physically and with the whole hick thing you've got going on with your speech. Well, guess what. If you're a ******* vampire - I'm one of those glittering bath bombs!!"

With that she hooked a leg around the woman, kicked the chair out of the way and then walked backwards with a smile as the two bouncers got in.

"Phil, Bruce, take the dellusional twit outside and show her how we treat violent idiots!"

The bouncers glanced at the bruise coming up on CC's face and simply nodded and approached Pru to do as told. CC on the other hand, moved to the ice maker and grabbed a couple of cubes to press to her face to stop the swelling. If it got too purple and swollen, her take home would be reduced. And that was the last thing she wanted. She didn't even bother to think on Pru again, presuming the matter was now dealt with and closed.

"You know,

There was a bit of fuss and commotion behind her, and she simply presumed that it was the two large bouncers extracting the woman. Ice cubes pressed to her face, she turned around because the noises she was hearing weren't 'right'. She just stopped and stared at what she saw, or didn't see, as the woman was in one place and then another - brushing the men aside as if they were nothing. Bruce was unconscious on the floor from what looked like being slammed against the wall, while Phil was being floored with a howl of pain before shouting at her to run! She was too stunned for her flight response to kick in, instead she just stood and stared like a lummock. However, when the shadows came in and darkness filled the room, she felt a shiver run up and down her spine that kicked her into action.

She managed to take two steps towards where she knew the door was, before she felt something cold and almost damp creeping up her bare leg. It snaked it's way up, wrapping itself around and holding her back, holding her down. She wasn't normally scared, in fact she couldn't remember the last time she was scared, ever. However right here and now, in this moment with this freaky **** happening and blowing her mind - she was scared! She felt the hands come up from behind her, grasping her shoulders and pulling her back a bit. She refused to scream though, refused to cry out or plead for her life. None of the old cliches would slip past her lips.

The door slammed open as she felt a pain in her neck, her mouth opening in a silent gasp, and there was the man again, the idiot husband. She had no control, no strength, and so she just had to stand and watch as he killed one of her best bouncers and loyal friends. Regardless of what was going on with her neck, with her life that she could feel draining from her body - her eyes narrowed and she looked at him with complete contempt and hatred for what he'd done and then what he said. So before he left, she reached around behind her and goosed the woman sucking on her neck with a slight smirk on her face towards him.

After he'd gone, she started to shake, her strength ebbing from her more and more swiftly. Her legs couldn't hold her up and she sank back against the woman, wanting to slide to the floor as her legs were giving up the ghost. Her whole body shook and shivered as her eyes began to try and close, trying to let her pass out with the room spinning around her. Her hand reached up slowly and weakly and caressed the woman's hair before it dropped near lifeless to her side - too much blood having been taken.

She couldn't move and it seemed like the room was spinning around her. Her nails dug into the carpet under her, as if she were trying to hold on for dear life as it moved and the room moved and only she stayed still. She wasn't really aware of much, other than the spinning - until something that smelt of iron and death was held close to her face. She felt her stomach lurch at the scent of it all and she gagged just a little bit.

She could feel her blood rushing through her ears, it felt like a storm at sea with the waves crashing on her head. She was lost, she was confused, she felt sick, she felt weak, she was internally panicking while her mind rushed at 90 miles per hour. Drink or you'll die. Drink or you'll die. Drink or you'll die. It ran through her mind over and over and over, getting louder and more urgent with every repetition. She could feel herself slipping away, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before being forced back again to look upon the spinning room. Reluctantly, her mouth opened, her lips parting to latch on the dripping limb to suck and drink.

The blood slid down her throat, coating her tongue and throat with a film that matched the scent. Again, she gagged a couple of times, but she forced it down because she refused to die. She would not give this woman the satisfaction of taking her life and ending what was once CC. No, she would live on and she would learn and grow - and one day she would match this woman and then they'd see, then she'd pay for tonight and know that she couldn't do this to people.

It felt like someone had reached down through her throat and shoved paper into her lungs, stuffing them full. She couldn't catch her breath, and her lips parted company from Pru's arm in a silent gasp for air. That hand, turned aside and punched through her chest, slowly holding her heart and squeezing it harder, and harder, and harder until it felt like it exploded in her chest. Her hand clutched to her chest, her nails digging into her skin as if trying to claw it from her body. As it felt like it exploded - she let out a scream before collapsing to the floor in a twisted heap of pain before her light went out in her eyes and she died with a whispered word.

"Pru...."